'Hang in there, Burgors. I'll help you,' Jaxon thought, his heart pounding in his chest.
Suddenly, a gunshot rang out.
Bang.
Jaxon flinched and quickly moved his scope. On the second-floor window of the house, he saw Burgors holding a pistol with shaking hands.
The loud shot made the infected stop for a second. But as soon as they saw Burgors at the window, all hell broke loose.
The infected went wild.
Their attacks on the house grew insane, like something inside them had snapped. They threw themselves at the door and windows with crazed hunger, turning the wooden frames into splinters.
One of them kept slamming itself against the window until its skin started tearing, hanging off in strips as it pushed forward. It even stepped back, got some momentum, and then hurled itself forward like a beast willing to break itself just to get inside.
The sight made Jaxon's stomach turn, but he forced himself to take a breath. Slowly, the shaking stopped, and his mind became clear. He was a hunter again.
The moment one zombie's head showed through his scope…
Thup.
Its skull burst apart.
(1 exp, 1 coin, and 0.01 strength obtained from the zombie)
Thup, Thup, Thup.
More fell as he continued firing.
Bang, Bang.
From the window, Burgors fired wildly as well, emptying round after round at the infected below.
Minutes went by, and Jaxon kept at it, already taking down his seventh one.
As Jaxon and Burgors kept shooting, one of the infected suddenly stopped banging on the window. It tilted its head a little, like it sensed something.
Jaxon moved his scope.
On the other side of the house, at a different window where Burgors was, a long cloth was hanging down the wall. It reached all the way to the ground, like someone had used it to escape.
That strange infected broke away from the others, ignoring all the smashing and growling. It walked around the house, like it had finally found something it was looking for.
Then it grabbed the cloth.
Its claws dug into the fabric, and with one quick pull, it dragged itself up with a speed that made Jaxon's heart jump. The thing climbed like a spider, its limbs twisting,
Inside the room, Burgors had completely lost it. He was standing at the window, yelling and firing at the zombies with wild eyes.
"You mother fuckers! Come to Daddy!" he screamed, a vein pulsing on his neck.
Down below, a loud crack echoed.
BANG, CRACK.
The steel-barred window finally gave way. Wood snapped, metal bent, and at the same time, there was this sickening crunch of breaking bones, either the infected's or something inside the house.
"Ah! No!"
Burgors snapped back to reality. His eyes went wide with terror as he stared at the broken window.
"I'm sorry… I'm sorry… I'm sorry…" he muttered, his voice quivering, as he backed away, trembling.
With a way inside now open, more than twenty infected rushed in, clawing over each other to get in.
Jaxon turned to them and shot one of the infected trying to force its way further into the house, its head exploding right there.
But three zombies had already made it inside.
….
Meanwhile, Burgors froze when he heard a soft shuffle behind him.
He turned his head slowly. And what he saw, made his heart almost jumped out of his chest.
An infected stood right behind him, so close he could smell its rotten breath.
Burgors lifted his pistol with shaking hands and pulled the trigger.
Click.
Click.
It was empty.
The infected lunged at him.
Burgors screamed and threw his arms up, grabbing the creature by the neck. The zombie pushed hard, its jaw snapping open and closed, trying to bite him. Its teeth were just inches from his throat.
They stumbled near the window, almost falling out as Burgors kept pushing back with all the strength he had left. The infected leaned closer and closer, overpowering him.
"Someone… help!"
Thup!
The zombie's forehead burst open, spraying blood and bits of brain right into Burgors' face as the creature went limp and dropped to the ground.
Burgors gasped, stumbling back and wiping the blood from his eyes, trying to catch his breath. But he didn't even have time to calm down before more roars came from downstairs.
His heart was pounding so hard, his instinct to survive just kicked in and forced him to stand. He spun around, desperate, and saw the long piece of cloth hanging from the other window. His eyes lit up with hope.
He rushed through the hallway and got to the other room, but the second he peeked down the stairs, he froze again.
The zombies were already climbing up. Dozens of hands were reaching for him, and they were way too close.
Burgors turned and ran as fast as he could, panting, but pushing himself forward until he stumbled into the next room.
One zombie almost grabbed him by the back, its fingers just brushing his shirt. At the last second, he dodged it and slipped inside just in time.
BANG.
He slammed the door shut and locked it, his hands shaking like crazy.
Bang! Bang!
The door behind Burgors shook hard, the old lock groaning like it was about to break off any second.
He didn't wait another moment. He grabbed the hanging cloth and slid down fast, burning his hands as he rushed to the ground.
Above him, the door finally broke.
Crash!
The infected poured into the room.
Burgors didn't even look back. He just started sprinting, gasping for air while the first zombie jumped right out of the window after him, landing with a sickening crack but immediately standing up again.
"Burgors! Over here!" a voice yelled.
He looked up and saw people, Jaxon and Natasha.
"Natasha, get ready at the door downstairs," Jaxon said, already aiming his rifle.
Burgors pushed himself harder, running as fast as he could. The zombies spotted him and switched targets right away. They abandoned the windows and started heading straight for him.