He hit the floor hard. The infected climbed over him, snapping its jaws. Jaxon shoved his forearm against its neck, straining to keep its teeth away from his face. With his other hand, he tilted the rifle up.
Bang.
Blood sprayed across his chest and face. The sharp smell made him gag.
"Jaxon, are you okay?" Natasha shouted as she rushed toward him.
Before he could answer, Elena released another arrow. It flew past Jaxon and struck the infected creeping up behind him. The body dropped and went still.
Jaxon rolled to the side and sprang to his feet. Natasha grabbed his arm and pulled him upward as he ran. Fingers scraped the air behind him, missing his leg by inches.
"Close it. Now," Elena shouted.
Burgors and Haris slammed the door shut and threw their weight against it.
The door shook.
Something crashed into it from the other side, again and again. The hinges screamed as a narrow gap slowly opened.
