Sel leapt over the short wall in the middle of campus and headed toward the chemistry building at a full run after his target. Or as close to one as someone carrying a vampire hunting kit, werewolf –wrangling equipment, and enough holy water and sage to irritate a ghost back into the netherworld. It was all unnecessary—he only needed what was sliding around his front coat pocket.
“You’ve got two choices. You can go back to being dead quietly,” he told the zombie. “Or….” He grinned, and shot it in the head, never giving it a fighting chance.
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