Christian Smith dragging Gibbs, killing an Ex

Warm fingers brushed his neck. His collar and shirt yanked up, and he was dragged away from the undead. His steel foot carved a furrow across the lawn. His savior huffed and grunted and hauled him five-ten-fifteen feet away from the horde before letting go of his collar. Gibbs scrambled to his feet and turned to give a quick thanks to—
Smith panted and glowered at him. She stepped past him, put both hands on the haft of the shovel she’d been carrying in her claw-hand, and smashed it across the dead girl’s jaw. The ex spun in a full circle and dropped to the ground. The dead man behind it, a workman or groundskeeper in simple clothes, tripped and fell forward onto the path. She brought the shovel down on the dead man’s head.

Excerpt From Ex-Isle, pg 609
Peter Clines
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