Blocked by Love in the Zombie Apocalypse
Yet, he dropped into a swift side roll, grabbed a steel pipe, and smashed it hard.
He might have been the team's weakest link, but he was still miles better than Esmeralda. I tuned him out and focused only on mowing down the horde of zombies that kept pouring in.
Noah, however, looked like a different person. He weaved through the horde with quick, precise strikes.
When the last zombie dropped dead, only our ragged breathing remained in the lab. Fortunately, we had stocked up on ammunition and weapons before setting out, and we were in better shape than before. That was the only reason we made it out unscathed.