Christopher looked through the scope of his 1891/30 Mosin–Nagant and centered on the lead zombie. Trapped on the second floor of an old house, he and his brother, Brendan, had yet to be spotted, but the creatures would catch their scent soon enough.
Between them, they only had twenty-eight military rounds left. The horde of zombies easily topped fifty.
Christopher observed the shuffling mass through the rifle scope, shifted his position to let the weight of the heavy gun rest against the lintel of the shattered window, and quietly chuckled.
"You find something funny about this?" his brother asked.
"I just thought of a line from a movie that I thought I'd never be able to use in real life."
Christopher smiled as he viewed the horde drawing closer. "I see dead people."