The infected horde approached through the warehouse entrance with that characteristic shambling gait that had become annoyingly familiar over the past weeks. But there was something different about this group—they moved with more coordination than usual.
I gripped the steel spike firmly in my right hand and raised the hand axe in my left. My enhanced reflexes allowed me to track the movement of multiple targets simultaneously, calculating attack vectors and timing with the kind of precision that had kept me alive this long.
"Elena, stay behind me," I called over my shoulder without taking my eyes off the approaching threat. "I need you covering my flanks, not getting in the line of fire."
"I know what I'm doing, Ryan," Elena replied, hefting her crowbar with confidence despite the loss of her electrical enhancement when I'd shut down the building's power. "You don't have to worry about me."
