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Authors: Jay Brenham
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entrance. I’ll pull the car around.” He tossed Eric his knives and was gone.
Matt glanced back at the window. A number of infected people were running at Steve. They were all dressed like Eric, their faces painted in exaggerated white and black smiles. A serious looking clown with hair in tiny rubber-banded bundles came from Steve’s left side and tackled him to the ground. Instead of fighting against the tackle, Steve rolled and came up on his feet. He shouldered his gun and put two rounds through the chest of the infected clown before he could get to his feet. Three more infected clowns came from Steve’s other side. There were three gunshots and all three fell to the ground.
Steve whirled, continuing toward the dumpsters where he was supposed to meet Taylor. He looked completely unfazed by what had just happened.
The fence that Steve had climbed shook as the infected collected against it, until finally its posts cracked and gave way under the pressure. A plume of dust rose into the air as the fence smacked into the sun-baked ground. A few infected stumbled and went down, but the mob of infected continued moving forward, trampling them without hesitation.
Matt heard the exact moment when Taylor, shooting as he ran, came around the side of the building. Steve turned toward the sound of gunshots and started running toward Taylor. Instead of taking the time to point Steve in the direction of the car, Taylor just started walking towards to it, emptying his magazines into the infected as he went.
Suddenly Taylor’s weapon fell silent. “I’m out,” he yelled to Steve.
Like a football player throwing a lateral pass, Steve tossed Taylor the black bag he was carrying. Taylor slid one magazine out of the bag and into his gun and put two more in his pocket, while the steady pop of Steve’s gun kept the infected engaged. As soon as his weapon was loaded, Taylor tossed the bag back to Steve, who also reloaded while Taylor began shooting again. They moved as a team toward the car, alternating their fire in order to keep the infected back.
Despite their heavy firepower, Matt could see that they would eventually be overrun if someone didn’t get the patrol car around to the front of the building.
“We need to move,” he said to Eric and Jenna. He was standing but he didn’t remember getting out of his chair.
The door they’d closed with the pennies was still shut, but the next classroom door was open. There were shards of glass lying on the floor from where Taylor had broken the window to get outside. Matt pulled himself carefully through the window and started running for Taylor.
Matt felt something tug at the back of his shirt and he spun around, his hammer already cocked in one hand. It was the infected man in the baseball shirt; he must have climbed back out of the locked classroom. Matt swung the hammer into the side of the infected man’s face. He heard a crack, and suddenly the man’s jaw was hanging askew, but he kept coming. Blood was pouring from the man’s mouth and face and Matt backpedaled, knowing he needed to keep the infected blood away from the wound on his arm. He couldn’t let himself become so focused on killing the creature that he forgot about the danger of infection.
There was a flash of black as Eric jumped from the broken window and pulled one of the blades from his pockets. He sank it deep into the infected man’s shoulder before the man had time to turn around.
Eric pulled his hand away from the knife handle like it was hot.
“I stabbed someone,” he whispered, a shocked look on his face. He took a few steps backward, as if trying to distance himself from his actions, but the movement only triggered the predatory instincts of the infected man, who lunged after him.
As soon as the infected man turned, Matt swung his hammer at the back of the infected’s head, driving it into the skull again and again until the man dropped to the ground and stopped moving.
Matt straightened up
Matt glanced back at the window. A number of infected people were running at Steve. They were all dressed like Eric, their faces painted in exaggerated white and black smiles. A serious looking clown with hair in tiny rubber-banded bundles came from Steve’s left side and tackled him to the ground. Instead of fighting against the tackle, Steve rolled and came up on his feet. He shouldered his gun and put two rounds through the chest of the infected clown before he could get to his feet. Three more infected clowns came from Steve’s other side. There were three gunshots and all three fell to the ground.
Steve whirled, continuing toward the dumpsters where he was supposed to meet Taylor. He looked completely unfazed by what had just happened.
The fence that Steve had climbed shook as the infected collected against it, until finally its posts cracked and gave way under the pressure. A plume of dust rose into the air as the fence smacked into the sun-baked ground. A few infected stumbled and went down, but the mob of infected continued moving forward, trampling them without hesitation.
Matt heard the exact moment when Taylor, shooting as he ran, came around the side of the building. Steve turned toward the sound of gunshots and started running toward Taylor. Instead of taking the time to point Steve in the direction of the car, Taylor just started walking towards to it, emptying his magazines into the infected as he went.
Suddenly Taylor’s weapon fell silent. “I’m out,” he yelled to Steve.
Like a football player throwing a lateral pass, Steve tossed Taylor the black bag he was carrying. Taylor slid one magazine out of the bag and into his gun and put two more in his pocket, while the steady pop of Steve’s gun kept the infected engaged. As soon as his weapon was loaded, Taylor tossed the bag back to Steve, who also reloaded while Taylor began shooting again. They moved as a team toward the car, alternating their fire in order to keep the infected back.
Despite their heavy firepower, Matt could see that they would eventually be overrun if someone didn’t get the patrol car around to the front of the building.
“We need to move,” he said to Eric and Jenna. He was standing but he didn’t remember getting out of his chair.
The door they’d closed with the pennies was still shut, but the next classroom door was open. There were shards of glass lying on the floor from where Taylor had broken the window to get outside. Matt pulled himself carefully through the window and started running for Taylor.
Matt felt something tug at the back of his shirt and he spun around, his hammer already cocked in one hand. It was the infected man in the baseball shirt; he must have climbed back out of the locked classroom. Matt swung the hammer into the side of the infected man’s face. He heard a crack, and suddenly the man’s jaw was hanging askew, but he kept coming. Blood was pouring from the man’s mouth and face and Matt backpedaled, knowing he needed to keep the infected blood away from the wound on his arm. He couldn’t let himself become so focused on killing the creature that he forgot about the danger of infection.
There was a flash of black as Eric jumped from the broken window and pulled one of the blades from his pockets. He sank it deep into the infected man’s shoulder before the man had time to turn around.
Eric pulled his hand away from the knife handle like it was hot.
“I stabbed someone,” he whispered, a shocked look on his face. He took a few steps backward, as if trying to distance himself from his actions, but the movement only triggered the predatory instincts of the infected man, who lunged after him.
As soon as the infected man turned, Matt swung his hammer at the back of the infected’s head, driving it into the skull again and again until the man dropped to the ground and stopped moving.
Matt straightened up
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