Satellite

Chapter 29 - Stranger

Gore Warning ⚠️
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        The scream alerted the four into action.

        As they hurried out of the room, (Y/N) pushed herself up from the floor to follow. Remembering that she needed to stay close to Drake.

       They headed into the living where the front door was kept open that another soldier was supposed to guard. But that poor soldier was currently on the ground with a fiend on top of them as it tore away their throat. It would've been easy to take the one fiend out but several more began approaching the door, attracted to the sounds of the gunfire.

"Shit!" Drake's breath hitched as he grabbed (Y/N)'s arm and pulled her down with him behind a couch. The other two soldiers rushed to hide in the kitchen.

        One after another, fiends pushed through the door with three stopping to dig into the soldier's corpse. They rushed in like animals, breathing haggard, blood on their chewed-away lips, and skin that was sunken from a dramatic loss of weight.

        Drake covered (Y/N)'s mouth to keep her breathing quiet while his other hand gripped his knife. He'll make noise if he goes for his rifle.

       Two of the fiends trudged further into the house and snapped their necks around for any more people like the dead soldier.

"Get... more..." One of them uttered. Its voice is dry and barely a whisper.

"TA- AP..." The other hissed.

        By how many he could hear, Drake counted five. Which was a problem.

       (Y/N) on the other hand, was listening closer to their voices. How could fiends talk in the state they were in? But one said TAP specifically...

        Drake had to figure out a way out of this. They were down a man and Cheng was nowhere to be found. The way leading to the trucks was blocked and any more gunfire could draw more of the junkies.

'Dammit!' He cursed to himself. If only there was a way to...

        He turned his eyes over to (Y/N) who looked fearful. She sat completely still next to him an he could feel her shaking underneath his hand.

        But out of everyone, she's the only infected.

        He took his hand off of her mouth and pulled her closer to whisper his plan.

"Take the pistol, go to the backyard, and fire as many rounds as you can."

"What?!" She whispered back. He wanted her to draw their attention.

"It'll give the rest of us time to get out." He explained. "Just get the junkies to the back then meet us at the front. They're not going to hurt you."

"This is the second time you're making me do this!" She exclaimed. She didn't sign up to be bait.

"I'm making use of your infection. Now go!" He rushed her with frustration in his voice. He didn't waste a second to pull the pistol from her belt, shove it into her hands, and then push her up to her feet.

       She gasped when her eyes made contact with the fiends and fumbled with the pistol in her hands.

       The two fiends snapped their gazes to her and growled at her presence. They began trudging toward her but soon realized that she was infected as well. One snarled as the other grunted and they both turned away to continue their search.

        She felt her heart drop to her stomach when she looked into their sickly yellow eyes.

'Get to the backyard. Shoot the gun.'