Devastating Lee dead

Attaboy Attaboy

The weight of the undead and Honey was weighing me down. There was nothing I could move except my left leg which was the only oat of me free of any body.

I kicked out as hard as possible trying to buck Honey off to my right so I could do what I could about the trio of dead.
Her back on me diagonally with both her arms fending off two of them her leg raised out at the other zombie trying to eat her foot.

She kicked hard enough that a loud crack sound was made by her foot in its skull. She didn't stop there. Kick kick kick till the face was a bloody pulp.
She kicked it away from her then with strength I wouldn't have guessed she possessed she threw the two in her hands left then right.

Once she was off and up so was I.
I was not about to be eaten.
Seeing the hockey stick lying by the stairs I lunged for it.
Grabbing it I went bat shit crazy smashing the other's heads in.
Barely able to stop when they looked like squashed tamatoes.
Honey held me back screaming and crying 'That's enough'.
But it wasn't. It was just the beginning .

"Get a grip Attaboy " She yelled shaking me.
"Nothing wrong with my grip but you could work on yours, lets go"
"Well sorry ok? I neaver killed anybody before shit I can't stand dead bugs let alone dead people ok? I'm fucking sorry" She burst out in tears

I continued to walk towards the window by the front door so I could check things out.
Awarkward emotional encounter.
Just ignor it and it'll go away.

She followed me and I tried my hardest not to show my irritability at her having all most killed us by being a wimp.

"There's your Dad get ready to run,run as fast as you can"
She nodded and I opened the door.

The moment I did one came running at Honey the fastest one I've seen  yet ,scary in its speed and its supposed strength cause it sure looked physically fit.

"Kev? No Kevin , its me Honey? what? Kev? Babe ?" Honey screamed as her boyfriend errr zombie grabed her by her hair flinging her head close to his mouth it would have taken a bite too if not for me having jammed my hockey stick in its mouth.
Shit I was good.

"Finish him off he's not Kev he's dead"
To my surprise that's exactly what she did with a butter knife to the temple.

Which actually requires some upper arm strength that she delivered brilliantly.