"I hate it when dead things don't stay dead."

The head by her foot twitched and she gave it a kick that sent it rolling down the street away from them. Now she really wished she'd borrowed Clint's crossbow. Maybe next time. She eyed the bodies they'd left strewn around them, mentally counting.

"I'm not sure I brought that many stakes. If we just... toss their heads where they can't get to them right away, would that work?"