"Dude!" I screamed in utter irritation. "Get. The. Fuck. Off! Of! Me!"
Every cry was accompanied by a pull of the trigger, the jolting kick of my weapon as it threatened to leap from my grip, a devastating spray of buckshot. Where the hell were all these zombies coming from? It seemed like they were literally spawning behind me. I finally cleared the sudden horde that was crowding me, but by the time I turned back around, it was too late. All I could see was Purple's legs as the zombie horde pulled him completely off the pier and into the water.
Damnit! Purple's done.
I looked around at the others and saw that I was the only one still near the pier. Yellow and Blue were holding out in a corner with their rifles aimed in different directions, blasting away at the undead. Red was across the lot from them with his shoulder against a tall, chain-link fence and his flamethrower trained on the gap where the zombies were shuffling through. I really wished he'd chosen a different weapon. The sickly stench of burning, rotten flesh was so thick in the air I could practically taste it, and this alone made me gag several times. I fought back the bile rising in my throat and focused on getting to those who needed my help.