Final Crisis

Chapter 36

Bill managed to fix himself up, although a bit clumsily. He was in a hurry to get himself back to his gun.

"Hey, what're you doing?" Merin asked. "It's not properly stitched up!"

"They're in trouble! My wound can wait!"

Merin clenched his jaw and scoped through the upper floor, shutting all the windows firmly and blocking the stairs.

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Russell laid on his back, struggling against his aggressor and managing to hoist them up. Foul smelling drool landed on his cheeks and chin, and it took a lot of his strength to not gag.

He felt himself starting to lose the battle of strength, the infected seemingly unable to tire out from its biting frenzy.

"Aren't you…a person? Why…why are you doing this?!" He cried out, "Please…don't kill me! Can you hear me!?"

For a brief moment, its face softened. It stopped, for maybe a second, but it felt like a minute.

Its eyes were glossy, and it let out a quiet growl. Russell was taken aback, failing to use the brief moment to his advantage.

It snapped its jaw down near his face, almost biting his nose. He managed to shove it back up, keeping it at bay for a while longer.

Suddenly, a bullet flew through the air and right through its head.

Russell gasped, taking a few moments to collect himself. A slight bit of blood splashed against his cheek, and he shoved the motionless mass off of himself.

Bruce kept distance from the infected, ignoring Finn. He killed the surrounding infected with his shotgun as well as backup from Bill when he took time to reload.

"Asshole!" Finn said sharply under his breath, stabbing an infected in the head. He backed up, receiving supporting fire from Russell and Bill to clear up the infected in the front.

Finn took time to catch his breath, leaning against a vehicle. He scanned the area, heaving out harsh breaths as his heart beat hard.

"Now! Go inside and get your friends!" Bruce commanded. "I'll clear out the outside…if you see Reese, get out immediately."

Finn's mind was in disarray. The screams of the infected echoed through his mind. Chills ran down his spine. He couldn't think straight.

"Alright." He dully said.

He ran inside, fear creeping up his back.

The inside was still rather foggy. He couldn't see too well, squinting to make out shapes.

He could see a distant silhouette, and he was ready to call out for them, but he held his breath.

The feeling of uneasiness swarmed his body, and he dove to the ground and bullets flew by him.

"Who the fuck is there!?" Reese shouted at the top of his lungs.

The bullets had made a sort of clear trail through the thick haze. He fired wildly, going until his machine gun clicked empty.

"Son of a bitch! Is that you, Bruce!?"

Finn saw Reese's outline charging at him at full speed. Seconds felt like minutes as cold sweat racked Finn's body.

His heart was beating fast and hard, so much so that it felt as if it was going to erupt from his chest. A shiver trickled down his ears as Reese's looming figure got ever closer.

What is going on with me!?

He turned around and made a dash for the doors, but was grabbed from behind.