The giant zombie was dead, the road looked like someone had dropped a building on it, and I was still standing.
Technically.
My ankle had swollen enough that the top of my boot was now pressed painfully against the skin, both of my hands were shaking, and the rush that had kept me moving through the fight was draining away so quickly that I could practically feel my body filling out a complaint form.
But I ignored all of it.
I really didn't have the time to sit down and deal with it all.
After all, there were still hundreds of zombies scattered across the road, and every last one of them had a core buried somewhere inside its head. With all the work we had done to attract them, trap them, kill them, and avoid becoming their lunch, I wasn't leaving anything even remotely useful behind.
