"Run!" I shouted, grabbing the equipment bag and sprinting toward where we'd left our car. "Back to the vehicle, now!"
We had made it perhaps a few meters when the wall of the warehouse exploded outward in a shower of concrete and twisted metal. Through the smoking breach stepped the electrical infected.
"Shit," I muttered, stopping dead in my tracks as the full horror of what we were facing became clear.
The creature was even more imposing in the open air than it had been in the confines of the storage room.
The infected growled—a low, rumbling sound that seemed to vibrate through the ground beneath our feet. Its lifeless yet intelligent eyes locked onto me specifically, and I realized that it had identified me as the primary threat as expected. The way it moved, the way it positioned itself, everything about its body language suggested some kind of awareness that was far beyond normal infected behavior.
