BANG! BANG! BANG!
I dropped instinctively, flattening myself against the nearest car chassis as rounds tore through the infected ahead. One by one, their heads snapped back, burst open in sprays of gore.
I squinted down the moonlit street, pulse pounding. There stood a dozen figures—hard faces rimmed in torchlight, weapons raised and trained directly on me.
"Don't move."
I froze, every muscle locking into place as I assessed the situation. My brain processed dozens of variables simultaneously: distance to cover, number of hostile weapons, probable ammunition types, escape routes, defensive options, offensive capabilities if this devolved into combat.
