As Don fell, his mind moved just as quickly.
Augmented overlays flickered across his vision—angles, vectors, structural points below.
His battlefield scan highlighted options, pathways, weak points he could use—
Most out of reach.
Too far.
Nothing to anchor to.
No surface to redirect from.
Absolutely nothing.
His teeth ground together.
'Damn it—' he thought, before adjusting his angle slightly, preparing to force something—to risk a direct push midair—
BOOM—!
Then, a sound cracked through the air above him.
Sharp. Clean.
Gunfire.
His ear twitched.
Then—
Two rounds tore past him.
Close enough that he felt the disturbance as they split the air, cutting downward at a steep angle.
They struck.
One punched through the female infected's collarbone—flesh bursting outward in a spray that scattered into the wind.
The second drove through her chest—straight through, exiting in a violent burst from her back.
Her body jerked.
Not from pain.
From impact.
