he exits.
“Go,” he yells to the two waiting cadets.
Together, they begin running across the lawn toward a taller fence separating the yards. Without breaking stride, Brown leaps onto a patio dining table and jumps into the air in order to see what is on the other side of the fence. His quick glimpse reveals that the opposite yard is empty.
Landing on the grass, he continues his sprint for the fence with Hayward and Clarke by his side. The three hit the fence at the same time. Grabbing the top and driving upward with their feet, they vault over the top. Brown is astonished to come face-to-face with one of the infected doing exactly the same thing from the opposite side.
An additional surge of adrenaline rushes through Brown’s body. Fear makes his heart beat wildly. Time slows. In the air, each with their hands on the top of the fence, Brown and the infected lock eyes. He sees surprise register in the other’s expression. As they sail over the fence, the infected’s eyes quickly narrow, their expression changing from surprise to anger and determination...and what? Eagerness? The infected attempts to change direction in midair and reaches out for him. That feat, however, epically fails. The last thing Brown notes before dropping below the top of the fence is the infected opening its mouth wide. The infected one vanishes, looking like someone about to belly flop into a pool.
With a quick look to make sure he’s not about to become entangled in some feature of the yard, Brown lands in a crouch. Two thumps beside him tell him that Hayward and Clarke have arrived. The shriek Brown expected upon seeing the infected’s open mouth erupts from the other side of the fence.
How in the fuck did I miss that?
“What…what in the fuck?” Hayward says, both as a question and in astonishment.
In shock, Hayward and Clarke stare over the top of the fence trying to understand what just happened.
“Never mind that. Just run!” Brown states, pointing to a side fence and pulling them both back into reality.
The two cadets gather themselves and take off across the yard. Brown squats next to the fence, placing his handgun on the grass and pulling out a small survival knife. He feels the boards push against his back at the same time as the sound of feet hitting the fence registers. Looking upward, he sees fingers grasp the top of the fence off to one side. Another scream echoes forth as Brown shuffles until he’s directly under where the infected will vault over.
A shadow falls over him as the infected one clears the top. Looking up, Brown sees that his pursuer can’t be more than an early teen.
Ah shit! It would have to be a kid .
It lands directly in front and turns its attention toward the two cadets attempting to scale the side fence on the far side of the yard. Brown lunges up and forward just as the infected lets loose a third shriek. With the alarm blaring across the neighborhood, Brown grabs the creature from behind. Wrapping his free hand across the mouth, Brown pulls back and drives his blade upward into its back, just below the ribcage. Warm blood gushes out over his hand and he feels the body stiffen as the blade deeply penetrates. Still, it attempts to struggle and turn in Brown’s grasp. With a quick twist of his knife, Brown pulls it free and plunges it in again. Brown feels the hot breath as it attempts to scream. It makes a final attempt to lunge before going limp. Removing his knife, Brown lets the body slump to the ground.
This is some fucked up shit , Brown thinks, quickly looking around the yard to see if any additional company has joined him.
Knowing that they now have to move even more quickly, he replaces his blade and retrieves his handgun, then darts after Hayward and Clarke. If the screams didn’t draw others to their location, the blaring alarm certainly will. Any hope that they could quickly get through any infected converging on the sound of the alarm vanished with the chance meeting. Speed
“Go,” he yells to the two waiting cadets.
Together, they begin running across the lawn toward a taller fence separating the yards. Without breaking stride, Brown leaps onto a patio dining table and jumps into the air in order to see what is on the other side of the fence. His quick glimpse reveals that the opposite yard is empty.
Landing on the grass, he continues his sprint for the fence with Hayward and Clarke by his side. The three hit the fence at the same time. Grabbing the top and driving upward with their feet, they vault over the top. Brown is astonished to come face-to-face with one of the infected doing exactly the same thing from the opposite side.
An additional surge of adrenaline rushes through Brown’s body. Fear makes his heart beat wildly. Time slows. In the air, each with their hands on the top of the fence, Brown and the infected lock eyes. He sees surprise register in the other’s expression. As they sail over the fence, the infected’s eyes quickly narrow, their expression changing from surprise to anger and determination...and what? Eagerness? The infected attempts to change direction in midair and reaches out for him. That feat, however, epically fails. The last thing Brown notes before dropping below the top of the fence is the infected opening its mouth wide. The infected one vanishes, looking like someone about to belly flop into a pool.
With a quick look to make sure he’s not about to become entangled in some feature of the yard, Brown lands in a crouch. Two thumps beside him tell him that Hayward and Clarke have arrived. The shriek Brown expected upon seeing the infected’s open mouth erupts from the other side of the fence.
How in the fuck did I miss that?
“What…what in the fuck?” Hayward says, both as a question and in astonishment.
In shock, Hayward and Clarke stare over the top of the fence trying to understand what just happened.
“Never mind that. Just run!” Brown states, pointing to a side fence and pulling them both back into reality.
The two cadets gather themselves and take off across the yard. Brown squats next to the fence, placing his handgun on the grass and pulling out a small survival knife. He feels the boards push against his back at the same time as the sound of feet hitting the fence registers. Looking upward, he sees fingers grasp the top of the fence off to one side. Another scream echoes forth as Brown shuffles until he’s directly under where the infected will vault over.
A shadow falls over him as the infected one clears the top. Looking up, Brown sees that his pursuer can’t be more than an early teen.
Ah shit! It would have to be a kid .
It lands directly in front and turns its attention toward the two cadets attempting to scale the side fence on the far side of the yard. Brown lunges up and forward just as the infected lets loose a third shriek. With the alarm blaring across the neighborhood, Brown grabs the creature from behind. Wrapping his free hand across the mouth, Brown pulls back and drives his blade upward into its back, just below the ribcage. Warm blood gushes out over his hand and he feels the body stiffen as the blade deeply penetrates. Still, it attempts to struggle and turn in Brown’s grasp. With a quick twist of his knife, Brown pulls it free and plunges it in again. Brown feels the hot breath as it attempts to scream. It makes a final attempt to lunge before going limp. Removing his knife, Brown lets the body slump to the ground.
This is some fucked up shit , Brown thinks, quickly looking around the yard to see if any additional company has joined him.
Knowing that they now have to move even more quickly, he replaces his blade and retrieves his handgun, then darts after Hayward and Clarke. If the screams didn’t draw others to their location, the blaring alarm certainly will. Any hope that they could quickly get through any infected converging on the sound of the alarm vanished with the chance meeting. Speed
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