In Nomine Patris et Filii et Spiritus Sancti, Amen

by Jackson Ferrell


Through the second-story window of the warehouse, Martin could see the hordes of shambling undead. He looked over at Frank, Frank's hip-holstered .22 pistol, Frank's blowtorch, and Frank's can of gasoline. "Ready?"

Frank nodded.

Martin picked up his shotgun, crossed himself left-handed, and unlocked the door. "Let's kick some you-know-what."