Killian moved slightly ahead of Penelope, not enough to leave her behind, but enough to intercept anything approaching from the front. Penelope stayed close to his right, her eyes constantly moving between the security guard and the infected scattered across the street.
Ten meters had not looked far from the jewelry store entrance.
Now it felt like an entire city stood between them and those keys.
The security guard had managed to push himself completely upright. His head turned toward the sound of their approaching footsteps, and the keys hanging from his belt jingled softly as he began moving toward them.
Penelope tightened her grip on her machete.
"At least he's bringing them to us."
Killian glanced at her.
"That's one way to look at it."
A growl came from their left.
"Two," Penelope warned.
"I see them."
Killian changed direction immediately.
