"I'm going to try drawing it out. If it tries to reach at you, stand your ground and fight back, or back away from it, whichever comes natural to you," the other replies, setting aside the bag before reaching under his coat and drawing what looks like a hunting knife from a sheath hidden somewhere in there, holding it by the hilt, blade pointed downward.

The zombie lets out its somewhat wailing groan and shambles from around the corner of the building, its arms extended stiffly before it...