One of the dead broke from the left and came straight for Lingyun's exposed side.
Jian Yuche shifted Wei Lingyun's weight and reached out with his free hand. His fingers closed around a loose strip of metal hanging from a broken sign bracket at the edge of the sidewalk.
He yanked it without thinking and the strip tore free with a shriek and whipped forward as he turned, catching the zombie across the face hard enough to split skin and drive it backward. He stared at the warped metal in his hand for less than half a second, then used it again when another one pushed too close.
Zhenlan stepped into a narrowing angle near the curb, his own crowbar rising. The swing should have been too short to do much more than stagger the zombie in front of him.
Instead, the air in front of the crowbar seemed to shove with it. The dead thing went back a full body length, hit another behind it, and both of them went down in a heap that gave Chenghai room to move past.
