Alan had to reach the parking lot to take his motorcycle and leave as soon as possible. But since one of the exits had been sealed off, he had to take the less conventional route. So, he decided to climb down using a rope and enter through one of the windows.
Removing all the furniture he had left at the top of his floor was impossible, so the only way to get down was with a rope and enter through the window of an apartment.
Alan was an expert at this, so he descended safely while holding his assault rifle, aiming at the window with the light on.
Knock! Knock! Knock!
Since there was no response, Alan opened the window and began to bring in the backpacks he had previously left hanging with more ropes.
Once inside, he cleared the room, took what he needed, and prepared to leave.
This building had once been a hospital. It wasn't very tall, only about six floors. It had a history of approximately thirty-four years.
Although it had been modernized many times due to space limitations, the main structure had not changed.
Alan walked silently through the building's hallways. He wasn't sure whether the place was free of infected, but that wasn't his concern right now. There was no reason to clear the entire building; what he wanted now was to get out of there.
What worried him on his way to the parking lot was that he might run into hidden infected in this dark place. Even though he was wearing night-vision goggles, the slightest noise could alert other infected nearby.
But for some reason, there were no infected in the building, only a few dark grayish bloodstains showing that an attack had occurred there.
Alan looked around and only took what he truly considered necessary. He had to make sure he could carry the weight in combat situations. There were many good things in the building, but they were useless to him in the short term.
Further ahead, he found a real firefighter's axe with a long handle. The handle was very long, about a meter, painted red. Although it looked like it had never been used, this axe was the perfect weapon for dealing with the infected.
Continuing down the hallway, Alan reached the building's exit. He saw several infected standing silently in the parking lot at the entrance. Fortunately, the parking lot was very large.
Alan stopped, looked outside, and noticed at least five infected. But no matter how much he advanced, there were no humans in sight.
Thinking it over, Alan realized that he could only leave through the main door.
In that case, he would have to kill the five infected if he wanted to take his motorcycle and leave this place. That's why he would have to kill the one closest to the door first.
The parking lot wasn't large, and the infected were about ten meters away.
If he wanted to escape without trouble, now wasn't the time to use his assault rifle. If he did, he would attract the attention of all the nearby infected.
Alan dropped his backpack and organized his gear. He decided to take advantage of the slow movements of the infected and defeat them one by one.
"Don't back down…" Alan murmured with a calm mind about what he was about to do.
Walking silently, Alan held the firefighter's axe with both hands. This weapon was much more useful than a knife; the risk was much lower, and the reach was greater.
Alan knew this action had to be quick, and there was no way to hide any sound. He took large steps, and at the same time, the infected who saw him turned around and lunged at him.
Alan had long ago learned the most effective way to ensure the infected would die. The simplest way in this case was to deal them a blunt wound, damaging the virus's host, causing it to die as a result.
That's why, holding the axe by the lower part of his waist, he lifted it forcefully upward and, as he ran toward the infected, brought the edge of the axe down hard and plunged it into its neck.
Crack!
Blood poured out in large quantities from the infected, showing that it had been infected not long ago.
Once he knew about the infected's fatal wound, he kicked its chest with his right foot and pulled the axe out of its neck.
The lifeless body of the infected lay on the ground, in a pool of visible blood.
This quick way of eliminating the infected was the result of numerous encounters Alan had faced in recent days.
"The next one…" Alan murmured as he focused on the closest infected.
In this case, it seemed this infected was a runner, so when it heard the growl of the infected Alan had just killed, it began to run toward him.
Alan, not concerned about the next fight, walked toward the infected that was running toward him.
"I have to be quick." Alan realized the other infected were getting closer.
Arghhhhhh!
The heartbreaking growl of the infected attracted the attention of the others, meaning that if he didn't kill them quickly, he would be in danger.
Alan, who remained calm, ran toward the next infected.
Crack!
In the blink of an eye, Alan threw his axe, and luckily, it embedded in the chest of the infected. But it didn't kill it, so Alan, still running, kicked the infected's chest where the axe was lodged and, pulling out one of his knives, slashed the infected's jugular.
Argh!
The growling desire died in the infected as it lost all mobility in just a few more seconds.
However, at that moment, another infected, also a runner, charged at Alan, who, due to the weight of the backpacks on his body, couldn't react as quickly as he would have liked.
"Damn beast." Alan, furious, drew his pistol and fired several times at the infected's stomach that was on top of him.
Because of how he fired and the pistol's silencer, the sound was much less loud than he had expected.
Having killed the third infected, Alan stood up with the help of the axe he had recovered from the earlier dead infected. But as soon as he looked up, two more infected were in front of him, not tired at all.
Alan looked around, hoping to find something. But with no options, he dropped the backpacks, left the firefighter's axe at his side, and drew a military knife.
"They're so annoying…" Alan caught his breath and, seeing how the infected approached, fired several shots without hesitation.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The first infected took all the shots, and despite the suffering, it kept running toward Alan, as if trying to buy time for the other walker to catch up. But these infected still needed more than that simple plan to take down an experienced special forces soldier.
As soon as Alan guessed what was happening, he took two steps back and reloaded his pistol at an impressive speed. Then, knowing he was running out of time, he bent his body, avoiding a collision with the uninjured infected.
The infected, who rolled on the ground due to the failed impact, quickly turned to look at Alan, but he was already aiming at it with his pistol.
"Game over, motherfucker." Alan said before pulling the trigger several times.
Bang! Bang! Bang!