He flung the creature hard against the nearest concrete wall and bent for his discarded weapon, eyeing the roof line and walls above them for any more errant undead creatures. In some ways he believed dealing with small, stealthy animals was going to prove more difficult than their larger enemies. "We need to get out of this alley."

He leaped to stab one of them in the back with both daggers buried deep. Using them as macabre handles of sorts, he flung that one into the second and drove both against the wall opposite him. Keeping them pinned with a foot to the small of one of their backs, he yanked out the daggers to slash off the heads, one with a forward swing, the other with a backhanded hack on the same momentum. His skin crawled with the nerve memory of the cold dead woodland animal scrabbling at his neck.