There was a snort from Billy, and despite the danger neither one of them seemed to really fear for their lives. They were the protagonists, of course they were going to get out of this just fine.

Billy picked off the stragglers, slamming the tines of the rake into faces, all while keeping an eye on Stu.

"You got 'em?" he called, a loud crash elsewhere in the store interrupting him, and he frowned. "The fuck was that?"