I swung with all my strength and smashed a zombie on the back. The corpse wobbled, and instead of the spine, the axe blade got stuck in its shoulder blade.
I yanked the handle toward me—but damn it, the axe jammed.
Damn your mother! I burst forward with all my might. The axe came loose, and I, losing my balance, fell onto my back.
The undead rushed forward, trying to grab me off the ground. I rolled to the side and tried to get up—but got tangled in the grass and sprawled again.
The diggers were shouting and pounding the zombies on the back with shovels and spades. How silly! You only need one precise strike to the head!