Kuru, Bill thought while concentrating on his weapon. The armed zombie slowly advanced with its retinue of undead cats.

What?, the familiar voice responded.

I need some help.

With what?

With, uh, this big guy and these cats. They’re going to find me. One of the running cats came very close to Bill’s foot and he quickly stepped back.

Undead have nothing I want. There’s no reason for me to do anything.

But if it catches me it might kill me.

So? You were a soldier. You know how to use a spear. That thing can’t even see you.

Fine. Fine don’t help.

I wasn’t going to. Handle it, brave William. How embarrassing to fall to a guy that’s already dead and a bunch of cats.

Bill looked around. He leaned over and looked past the approaching zombie but couldn’t spot Mim any longer. The last time I fought zombies I lost. I don’t know how to fight zombies.

Some of the cats walking around the large zombie bumped into Bill’s leg. Bill recoiled but they began clinging onto him. He kicked out, sending several of them flying, though a few more ran up. The large zombie howled and raised its arms to ready a powerful strike.