I decapitated the one on the floor.

I needed more than one weapon and having a Zombie slowly cutting itself in half as it clawed across the floor was only going to become a worse problem. I kicked the head to the other side of the house to get it away from the Humans, then pulled out the sword. If I could hold it with two hands, I could have put enough force behind the swings to cut off Zombie limbs, but that wasn’t what I wanted it for. Having a second sword increased my reach and gave me something to move limbs out of the way and guide the Zombies into the path of my Bokor blade.

I pushed more magic into the sword, illuminating the room with purple light as I faced the next Zombie. I sliced up with the metal sword, knocking its arms into the air. Instead of trying to cut through an arm and a neck, I spun on my left heel and kicked it in the chest with my right leg.

The Zombie was knocked backwards into the Zombie behind it. I stabbed the metal sword through their chests, pinning them to the wall, then gripped my sword with both hands and swung at their necks. It took four swings, but the threat was taken care of.

I could tell there were more Zombies in the room, so I switched my grip to hold my sword in only my right hand and grabbed their eating table with my left. The heavy wooden piece of furniture flipped on its side, then I grabbed a leg and heaved it at the window that I’d entered the house from. The frame of the window broke as the table went through it and so did one of the legs, but the Zombies would have to push it out of the way to get through.

An idea hit me as a Zombie came out of the bedroom. I shoved it back inside, then grabbed the metal sword out of the wall, letting the two Zombie bodies fall to the floor. I dropped my Bokor sword and gripped the metal one with both hands and stabbed it through the table and into the wall. It wasn’t perfect, but I wouldn’t have to worry about defending two places for a little while.

I snatched up my sword and sliced off the right arm of the Zombie I’d shoved, with an upward swing, then sliced horizontally to take off its head. There were two more Zombies in the bedroom, so I grabbed the unlit torch from the woman and charged into the room.

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Using the torch as a club in my left hand I brained the closest Zombie, then lowered my right shoulder and charged into the other one. I forced the Zombie to the window, where I knocked a third Zombie that was trying to get in back into the street. The Zombie I’d shouldered snapping its jaws at me and I felt teeth bite into the top of my right ear.

“OWWW!!!” I pulled back, but swung my elbow up, connecting under its jaw and snapping its head back. I threw the torch at the other Zombie that was trying to get out of the room, then grabbed the Zombie in front of me by the right arm and pulled it in front of me and threw it at the bed. The Zombie hit the side diagonally and part of its upper half hung off the foot. Before it could get up, I took off its head with my sword.

The last Zombie in the house had been knocked down by the thrown torch and it was almost back on its feet. I gripped my sword with both hands, swung up to take off its left arm at the elbow, then brought the blade back down to take off its head.

I took a second to catch my breath, but that was all I got as another Zombie started to climb through the window.

I kicked that one in the head, knocking it back into the street. I dropped my sword and yanked the lumpy mattress off of the bed frame. The mattress was basically just a large sack of rags that was the size of a bed. I shoved each of the corners through each of the empty panes as much as I could, then grabbed the bed frame, which was just a low table, flipped it over and leaned it against the mattress filled window. It wouldn’t hold for long, but it would give me time to catch my breath and think about my next move.

I tried to think about how fast the cloud had been moving and how far away it had been. We didn’t have much time before it wouldn’t matter if the Zombies were able to get in or not. The cloud would definitely kill all the Humans that were inside with me.

I walked back into the main room and looked at the Humans. One of the younger kids started crying as I stopped. The brave woman had a small wooden stick in her hands and was pointing it at me, but the glow of my sword was bright enough for her to at least tell that I wasn’t a Zombie.

“”Th-th-th-thank y-y-you Ma-ma-Master Bokor!” She dropped the stick and fell to her knees.

“Don’t thank me yet.” I glanced over at the door. I could hear Zombies clawing at it on the other side. With both of the windows barricaded, it was our only way out.

“We’re going to have to run.”