I watch horrified as the gigantic creature begins to sprint through the grass. It was fast. Seemingly as fast as a horse.
Around me, the fight continues, everyone to busy to realize the imminent threat closing in on our location.
I nock another arrow onto my bow, firing it as fast as I can. I don't know what I expected from firing another arrow. The first seemed to do basically nothing, and he was moving at an inhuman speed.
I watch as the arrow whizzes through the air, missing its target.
"Shit! Shit! Shit!" I scream, turning around.
All around was chaos. Grunts, screeches, commands. At this point I had no idea what the plan was, nor if everybody was still alive.
I run back, frantically looking for the crate with my last two grenades.
I had to burn it. I didn't have an ion blade or any other weapon that could easily slay such a beast, nor any armor to withstand its attacks.
My only choice was fire.
"Hey!" I scream out to baby face, firing an arrow into the neck of the infected attacking him.
"Where's the fucking crate!"
Looking at me, his face shows an expression of both fear and tiredness.
"We left it somewhere over there!" He shouts back, pointing towards the path of cut down grass and infected corpses.
"Quickly, tell the rest of the group to run back to the village and get ready for the boss fight!" I scream back, choosing not to explain myself. It would take to long and only an idiot wouldn't be able to understand what my plan was.
I don't wait for a response. Instead, I act, sprinting towards the path of corpses and cut down stalks of tall grass.
Behind me, I can hear the giant stomps of the creature as it encroaches ever closer onto my position.
My lungs burn, and my heart pounds. I dodge over various corpses of dead infected, left in the wake of my competent teammates, scanning for the crate. Following the path, I finally find the point where Jenny first unmasked the ambush, the exact position of the crate. I dive to it, hoping that the horde was still aggro'd onto my teammates and that the horde boss was still a little ways away. Turning around, I spot them. My teammates running through the tall grass toward the village.
Smiling, I open the crate once again, grabbing one of the grenades inside. Around me, I can hear the horde chasing my group members in the grass, their obvious screeches and guttural growls not helping hide their position.
At the same time, I can hear the giant grotesque beast coming straight for me.
In this situation, I can't help but curse.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Pulling the pin, I lob it into the tall grass toward the loud stomping, only hoping that it somehow reaches the giant creature.
Not even looking at the aftermath of my actions, I quickly grab my last grenade, pulling the pin and tossing it behind me.
Bang
I dive to the ground, trying my best to dodge any shrapnel and to avoid any damage.
Bang
The second grenade goes off, releasing another blast of heat and skin crawling screaches.
Looking up, all I can see are flames. Around me, all I can smell is smoke.
"Damn it."
I knew that lighting up zombie blood and a field of tall grass would obviously cause a large wild fire, but I didn't expect for it to spread this fast.
I watch, my jaw aggaped as the fire seems to surround me in my little patch of cut down tall grass.
The fire crackles, rising high into the air with the wind feeding it like a ravenous beast. Black smoke coils upward, thick and choking, blotting out the midnight moon. I cough, trying to steady my breath, the heat fighting with the nights cold breeze. Around me, the grass lights up like paper, the inferno growing faster than I could've ever predicted.
Yet, that isn't my only concern.
I can hear them. Even clearer now than before.
I quickly drop the now empty crate, nocking an arrow onto my bow.
Looking down at my quiver, it seems I still have a decent amount of arrows left. Sighing, I stare into the inferno, watching as a group of infected run away from the fire and out into the patch of cutdown grass.
I quickly release my first arrow, watching as it lodges itself into the chest of the first infected.
It crumples over like a ragdoll as the other zombies peer over, spotting me standing in the middle of the strip of cut stalkes.
They stare at me for a moment, as if they were eying their prey.
I quickly nock another arrow onto my bow, the adrenaline numbing my pain as a strange sensation of both excitement and fear fills my body. I've never experienced anything like this before.
One of the infected drop onto all fours, running at me like a mindless monkey, its howles filling the air.
I quickly release my arrow, piercing the creature's skull.
I nock another onto my bow, continuing to fire as I cautiously step back.
In front of me, the group of about 15 infected continue to charge at me, running almost as fast as a normal human.
I quickly release the arrow, not even looking to see if it lands. Instead, I'm already moving to nock another arrow onto my bow. They were to fast. Way faster than before.
I fire it, breaking into a full sprint as the infected chase after me.
Yet, I don't have anywhere to go. The fire is everywhere. It's even encroaching the already dead infected bodies on the path.
I nock a third arrow onto my bow, turning around and firing it into the group of infected.
It hits one's shoulder, not doing enough damage to kill the zombie. My face scrunches as I realize my situation.
"I'm fucked."