“I’ve got a plan!” Matt shouted as he kicked the lead zombie in the knee, dropping it. “Get your precious journal!”
Charlie hurdled his desk as Matt used it as a choke-point, keeping the slavering undead at bay.
“What do you need?” Charlie yelled as he flipped the pages.
“When is the closet active?” Matt grunted as he punched another zombie.
“Now,” Charlie said, “but we can’t use it.”
“WHY NOT!” was screamed back.
“I think it goes back to the Mesozoic,” Charlie replied.
“Perfect,” Matt yelled as he flung it open and began flinging zombies into the bright sunshine.