Zich stayed on the ground for a few seconds, breathing through the pain that kept running across his body. His left sleeve was soaked with blood, and when he tried to move his arm, the sting made his teeth tighten.
Around the square, the undead began closing in slowly. They had watched him fall, and now they treated him like a corpse that only needed one more push.
On the rooftop, Helen suddenly pushed herself upright again. Her face was pale, but her eyes were fixed on the market square below.
"We have to go back," she said, already stepping forward.
Jayden grabbed her arm before she could really move. His voice came out cold and flat, with no room for argument.
"Going back now will only get you killed too."
Helen turned and glared at him hard. Her chest rose once with anger, and for a moment, it looked like she wanted to throw his hand away and jump down anyway.
