“They’re moving up the catapults!”
The general turned to face the three teenagers in front of him.
“OK boys, you know what to do, smash the head before they have a chance to crawl away, if one gets loose in here its gonna be a nightmare”
In the distance a large wooden catapult swung its huge arm and fired two cart wheeling figures into the air. The three boys studied the trajectory of the figures and without a word began to sprint away up the heavily fortified city’s streets.
The General turned back to watch the distant catapults as a second and third fired more figures into the air. Looking to his left he shouted at a group of soldiers awaiting orders “I need more Zombie runners! Any volunteers?”
