Chapter 77
The tent collapsed, but with so many magic users gathered in one place, instead of being buried under yards of tarp, the fabric turned into ash, which meant that Chris could clearly see they were totally fucked.
On the ground, all around, was an army of the dead. Overhead, angels with swords.
And they were pinched between them.
Only. . . "Um, is it me," Muriel asked, "or are we being protected by the horsemen of the apocalypse?"
Sure enough, War and his buddies formed a circle around Chris, Muriel, and his mom. His dad was also in there, but more by accident than design he'd wager.
Outside that ring, three of Muriel's hubbies fought, only the dead weren't hitting them back.
"What's happening?" Chris asked as the flock of angels dove upon the zombies with fluting cries of triumph.