But more kept coming, emerging from every side. Soon, the van was almost surrounded as the infected charged with relentless fury.
THUD… THUD… CRUNCH-CRACK.
The wheels of the vans rolled over bodies with wet, sickening sounds. Their van plowed through the horde, spraying black blood across the windshield.
A sudden thump shook the car. Jaxon's shot went sideways. The impact rattled his arms and shoulders, making it almost impossible to aim.
"Don't run over them, just keep your distance." Jaxon said to Natasha.
"I'll try," she answered, gripping the wheel tight. But the infected kept pouring out from every direction, charging straight at the vans. There was hardly any room to maneuver.
Suddenly, three infected leapt and clung to the side of their van, smashing their heads repeatedly against the windshield.
BANG… BANG… BANG.
Cracks spiderwebbed across the glass, but Natasha jerked the wheel, skidding to the side. The tires ran over one body, crushing it under the tires.
