[color=gray]"Oh you have [i]got[/i] to be kidding me,"[/color] muttered Nic, slightly annoyed. The source of his annoyance came from a very familiar, very loud, and above all, very [i]near[/i] roar of a V8 engine. There was only one person he knew that had a car to make a sound like that.

[color=gray]"I am going to have [i]words[/i] with Nikki when I get back," [/color]he grumbled. Honestly, if she wanted to join in, then she should've said so first. Now he had to remake his plans on the fly to account for her sudden presence, which he didn't at all like doing.

[color=gray]"Let's deal with you guys first." [/color]

Currently Nicodemus was inside the penitentiary open yard. He was surrounded on all sides by zombies he had attracted via foghorn magic, however, they couldn't get close to him due to the thick wired fence that enclosed the yard. There was only one opening, a hole made from a broken spot in the fence, and behind it is where Nic stood.

It was the ideal choke point. With only one way in, he could kite all the zombies and force them to come in one-by-one, and with each zombie that stepped through, another one fell.

[color=gray]"Come on then, who's lucky number twenty-eight?"[/color] he yelled. Another zombie stepped through the fence, and he swung a crowbar to its face. Number twenty-nine came soon after. 

Now, what to do about Nikki . . .

[@Wick]