"Your aim's not gonna matter a whole lot. You can't kill these things with a gun. You can distract 'em, which is what I need from you." He upholsters the gun and hands it over, sliding his machete out of its sheath.

So far all it's doing is standing there, half in shadow, grinning at them. But then the other one slides out to his left and laughs, a rough and ugly sound. Mike smiles in response and swings the blade lazily through the air.

"Where the fuck've you been all night?"