Easy. Too easy.
The sound draws more.
Two. Three. More heads snap in our direction.
Wilkes sighs, checking his silencer. “Here we fucking go.”
Faith pulls her gun.Good girl.
Zachs grins. “Well, boys and girl… let’s get our hands dirty.”
Soft pops fill the air. Shots are true.
And then, just like that, the clear path turns into a nightmare.
I zero in on the closest group, gun steady, aim clean. Gravel crunches behind us. More coming from the rear.
Pops. Another grunt.
My focus splinters.
Zombies. Faith.
Faith is in control, her movements sharp, practiced. Her gun tracks her target, her hands don’t shake. She’s handling herself.
Good.
I snap my attention back to the horde.
Something feels wrong. They aren’t just lurching toward us. They’re… “Fucking boxing us in.”
They’re thinking. A cold weight settles in my chest. What the fuck were they making?
I fire. One. Another. Drop two fast.
Bioweapons.Doc fucking told me. I just didn’t want to believe it.
Thinking zombies.
Trip snarls, taking down two with clean headshots. “They’re cutting the angles.”
We’re getting surrounded.
“Move, roof side!” I snap, snatching Faith’s arm.
We stay tight, backing toward the nearest escape ladder. It’s the only high ground.
Zachs whirls behind us, pivoting fast, gun in one hand, blade in the other. He’s not running. He’s clearing the path.
I hear pops, a grunt, then the wet crunch of a skull caving in.
Fearless bastard.
“Cover us!” Zachs shouts, then moves.
Before I can stop him, he grabs Faith and pulls her away.
She goes with him.