Final Crisis

Chapter 33

Bruce opened the door and rolled out of the car, chucking another grenade just below the fence.

“Drive!” He commanded Russell to do so, who sped away as the booming blast happened. A shockwave of heat and air cascaded away from the explosion, making Bruce stumble back. A crowd of infected had been chasing down the car they were in, but were stopped in their tracks at the explosion.

They kept their distance from the small, fiery craters made by the fence. A big chunk of the fence had been decimated, including the entrance gate. A chunk had been blown off, while the surrounding parts were torn up and slanted.

A few members scrambled together, all running from the back of the warehouse.

“Buncha biters!”

“What the hell happened!?”

“Can they blow up now?”

They shot at the crowd, now getting their attention. Bruce took the opportunity to back up and fire at the members currently outside, and they turned towards him. He was obscured by the smoke, and all they could see was a figure.

“Who the hell is that?”

“Kill them!”

He ran back and dove behind an abandoned car, hitting the ground hard as bullets whizzed past him. Many of them struck the windows and some hit the ground, spattering dust clouds into existence. Bruce crawled away, a few bullets barely missing his legs.

A distant, loud shot from behind him calmed Bruce, noticing the firing had slowed down.

“Sniper! Oh fuck, Ted!”

Bruce got to his feet, still ducking behind other abandoned cars. He squinted and saw one of the members laid out on the ground, the remaining ones taking to hiding behind the cars on the compound for cover. They took small windows to peek out and shoot at the infected, who were currently attempting to climb the fence.

“Good job, Bill!” Bruce said to the air.

He squinted again and looked, and through the smoke, saw Reese exiting from the warehouse in a panic.

There you are…

Several minutes prior…

Bruce laid down a few weapons on a table.

“Alright, here’s the deal. I don’t expect Russell or Merin to want to get too involved in the fighting. So, here’s what we do. Russell, can you drive?”

“Yes.”

“Okay, good. You’ll drive me around the town to lure nearby zombies to the warehouse. I’ll have two grenades with me. We’ll circle back to the warehouse and I’ll blow up the front fence and get out of the car and go from there. Russell, you’ll just speed off and come back when I text you that it’s okay. From there, you’ll help clear any extra zombies that try to make their way to us.”

“Are we using Bill’s truck?”

“No. I double-checked with Jenny just before this, and she said that there’s someone willing to lend us their car for this.”

“What if they’re standing guard and shoot at us? I mean, aren’t they expecting you?”

“Reese is under the belief that I won’t be attacking him for another few days. And besides, those psychos are probably all focused on your friends right now. Even if they are standing guard, they’ll likely be too focused on the infected. Just speed off and leave them to be their problem.”