'Buildings are a no go. Where am I supposed to run?'
Jaxon kept moving, his lungs burning with every breath. His throat felt dry, and every second only made things worse. The noise drew more infected, their roars echoing from every direction.
He crawled when he had to, jumped over wrecks, climbed whatever he could. Anything to stay alive.
He rushed into a narrow alley and turned, only to stop short. A tall concrete wall blocked the way ahead. And it was too high to jump and too smooth to climb.
Jaxon spun around. The horde was already close, their mouths opened wide as they charged, eyes locked on him, as if they were already tearing into his flesh.
'Am I done for?'
Memories flashed through his mind, but he cut them off at once. 'Don't bullshit me.'
His hand dove into his small bag behind. A grenade. One he had taken from the soldiers and never thought he would use.
"Screw this!"
He yanked the pin and hurled it toward the front of the horde.
Boom!
