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with an opinion, I’m gonna keep talking just to piss you off.” He tried to say something but I ignored him and looked straight at Solomon. “I’m going to hide in the field across the road. Hopefully, they’ll just walk on by. But if they start to veer onto the property, it’s over. They know you’re here. That’s when I’ll run out and make some noise. I’ll get them to follow me into the field and away from the house - and most of them will. You take out the rest. If you run out of bullets, use the swords.”
    “But what if you get overwhelmed?” he asked.
    “I won’t. If there are too many around me, I’ll keep running until I get them separated. That’s the key. Running. Those homicidals are weak. They’re not the best runners.”
    “Ma ybe someone should go with you,” he offered. “I don’t like the idea of…”
    “No. Just stay here and protect that house.” I didn’t give him a chance to object and ran quickly to the end of the driveway. I looked behind the line of trees and not seeing anyone yet, I took the chance to dart across the road. The grass in the field was high enough and made it easy to hide as long as I ducked down.
    Ten minutes went by before I heard the audible groans that preceded the dragging footsteps. The wind carried their scent through the tall grass and small stalks of cotton still waiting to be harvested. I held my breath and tried to envision the plan in my head over and over again. I knew they would veer for the house. If they were close enough, they would know that people lived there. There were too many people. It was inevitable and homicidals could sense living souls.
    Doubt crept into my mind. I shouldn’t have risked it. This would end up being a fight to the death. I could be killed. My son could be killed, or be forced to survive without me. This was a stupid idea. I should have ran. But for Ivy. How could I have turned my back on her?
    The scream caught me off guard and I jumped. The shuffling of feet erupted into a stampede. That was it - the signal of the beginning. I heard Solomon yell to someone else. I donned my black motorcycle helmet and walked out into the middle of the road.
    “Here!” I screamed. A few of the homicidals had already broken away from the pack and were jogging down the Fielding’s dirt driveway. “Over here, you freaks! Right here!” Several homicidals bellowed out their monstrous screeches and suddenly I had a giant herd running straight in my direction. The chase began and I leapt back over the ditch and into the field, wild wisps of green licking at my hips. I would have to run a good distance and get separation between the fast runners and the slower ones.
    “Keep coming!” I screamed. “Follow me, assholes!” I didn’t want them to give up, especially the ones in the back. I screamed louder and harder to make sure they all heard me. I turned my course to the left, going deeper into the field. If I kept running straight, I’d reach the giant hemlocks which would block my view of the farmhouse.
    I turned around to get a glimpse of my targets. About five were catching up to me. The rest of the homicidals were lagging behind and beginning to separate based on speed. A few seconds later, I could hear the stomping behind me from the lead runners. It was time. Reaching behind me, I pulled out both swords, stopped and turned around with my feet planted firmly at an angle.
    With two swords out, I would only be able to impale rather than slice. I needed both hands on one sword handle to deliver effective amputations. I preferred to hold only one sword with two hands against an attacker because it gave me more control over my weapon. But when there was a group of homicidals, I needed to inflict quick and deep wounds which I could do with each hand holding its own sword. Without having the control of two hands and the power of a full body behind the blade’s long edge, I would have to stab with the tip. But stabbing was quick and