St George Pinned by Zombies / Bulletproof

Dozens of hands pawed at St. George, grabbed his clothes, his hair, his limbs. He lashed out, felt them fall even as new hands reached for him. They pinned him with sheer numbers and he felt a swarm of teeth across his body.
This would be a good end, he thought. Overwhelmed saving my team. A good way to be remembered.
There was a roar of automatic fire and skulls exploded around him. Bullets slapped his head and shoulders like hailstones. His sunglasses shattered and his headset twisted into plastic scrap. The weapons barked again and exes sprayed blood and meat over him as they slumped and fell.
In the back of Big Blue, Lady Bee stood with Jarvis, Luke, and Ilya. Their weapons coughed up smoke. Jarvis dropped his empty magazine and reloaded.
St. George wiped gore from his face. The rounds had cleared a wide arc around him. “What are you doing?!”
“You’re bulletproof,” shouted Bee with a grin. “Stop whining and get in the truck.”

Excerpt From Ex-Heroes, pg 188-149
Peter Clines
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