The doors slammed shut behind us and my thoughts were already moving faster than my feet.
Twenty infected, give or take, scattered through the space in various states of agitation. Most of them were manageable. The ones that weren't were the ones already closing in on Paul and Theo, who had taken the worst of Romero's move and were sprawled across the stairs looking like men who had just had the world thrown at them. Some of the infected that had come down with them were already reaching, hands clawing toward them through the debris and the disorientation, and neither Paul nor Theo was in any shape to do anything about it yet.
I didn't think about it. I froze time.
