“Well, that’s unfortunate.” The shotgun guy started to raise his rifle when a sudden burst of gunfire hit him. He dropped the rifle and grabbed his arm.
What the fuck? Adrian shot him in the arm.
The man screamed before falling behind the counter for cover.
“Are you fucking crazy?” I growled before jumping behind an overturned gun case with Adrian and Ben.
“I told him we didn’t want trouble,” Adrian murmured, glancing cautiously around the case.
A shotgun roared a second later, and wood splintered behind Ben’s shoulder.
Ben fired twice.
The shotgun man collapsed against a rifle rack, and the other man dove behind the counter again.
Shots were going off rapidly, and I felt disoriented. The noise was so loud that my ears were ringing, and smoke filled the room.
I saw a third man stumble out of the back room amid the chaos.
“There’s another one of them,” Adrian whispered urgently.
Suddenly, the new guy lunged at the man kneeling behind the counter. We couldn’t see what was happening, but we heard a scream of terror before one of the gunmen suddenly appeared with the third man's teeth lodged in his shoulder.
We all started firing. There was zero chance he wouldn’t turn, so it didn’t matter if we hit him at this point. Plus, he was obviously an asshole, so no regrets here.
Ben grabbed my arm and nodded toward the door.
Before we reached it, we heard scraping from the outside.
Adrian slowly rose and glanced out of the large window. “Shit.”
Ben and I shifted so we could see.
Shapes moved. Dozens of them.
Probably drawn by the gunshots.
Adrian turned the deadbolt.
The sight of him through the glass caused the infected to surge, pushing the ones in front until they were smashed against the door.
Ben rose and started grabbing ammo from the floor, and I joined him. Stuffing as many boxes as I could in my pockets.
“Time to go.” Adrian stooped and grabbed a box I’d dropped.
“There’s another exit in the back!” Ben started in that direction.
I heard a creak and winced as the glass in the door cracked and the horde poured in.
“Move!”
We rushed out the door, slipping and sliding on the blood from the men we’d shot as we ran past.
I could hear the infected moaning and looked behind me to see that they’d fallen on the two men, ripping and tearing into them to get to their organs.
I felt the vomit coming up and stopped right outside the door, bile spewing out of my mouth.
“Come on,” Adrian grabbed my arm, pulling me around the building.
