Knocking the shelves over at least put something of an obstacle between them and Mr. Undead over there, but Harvey couldn't say that he thought it was good enough insurance to rely on. And since Sangamon wasn't interested in trying to kill this thing (and honestly, Harvey wasn't either, since it seemed like it would be more trouble than it was worth), the obvious thing to do now was try and run.
Of course, the thing darted right for him again, and while Harvey had no idea why it kept targeting him, he could make a joke at his own expense about how the zombie might see something familiar in him.
Harvey tried to backpedal right for the door so that he could avoid the thing trying to slice at him again, but between the hurried movement and the fact that the floor was covered in various food items now, he lost his balance and fell to the ground, right on his behind.
"Shit!" he called out, from the pain of hitting his tailbone and his frustration with himself. Harvey tried to scrabble back up to his feet as quick as he could.
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Of course, the thing darted right for him again, and while Harvey had no idea why it kept targeting him, he could make a joke at his own expense about how the zombie might see something familiar in him.
Harvey tried to backpedal right for the door so that he could avoid the thing trying to slice at him again, but between the hurried movement and the fact that the floor was covered in various food items now, he lost his balance and fell to the ground, right on his behind.
"Shit!" he called out, from the pain of hitting his tailbone and his frustration with himself. Harvey tried to scrabble back up to his feet as quick as he could.