The rumble of trucks came in through the walls and filled the whole factory, and four hundred men shouted over the top of it.
Bagins stood at the front with Mercury beside him, handing that room the thing that had pulled every one of them out of a locked house and into a warehouse in the middle of an apocalypse.
I stood by the door of his office with Venna. At the front, but off to the side of it. Her shoulder touched mine. The blue of her hair caught the edge of the light and held it.
"I know all of you are ready to fight zombies." Bagins had his whole chest behind it. The voice that had filled this room twice already filled it again—larger this time, aimed at the backs of the ranks as much as the faces in front. "I know every one of you has been waiting for this specific hour. To walk out of here and take those streets back."
