Cyrus grabbed Kirinen by the collar and pulled her to the ground. The blast shouldn't reach them, but particles and heat would, and that wouldn't be good if they got skewered or burnt.
As he hit the floor, Cyrus flipped a switch up on the remote, and the pressed the button it. Everything seemed to happen in slow motion as reality lost all meaning. Fire and heat and sound came and yet everything felt so distant, as if he was watching in third person.
The explosion was loud and ripped through the zombies, frying some and leaving metal shards in others. Many fell, staying down for good, while others crawled along the ground slowly, no longer able to stand or possessing a lower body. But some where still very much on their own two feet. Cyrus, wasting no time began round two. One of them approached Cyrus and he swung his shotgun around, causing the barrel to jam into the things open mouth. Cyrus grinned and pulled the trigger, watching it's head explode in a shower of red, black, brown, grey, and white.