The storm raged beneath the mountain forest, wind tearing through the trees as thunder rolled above them. Gunshots cracked through the darkness, mixed with ragged shouts and the low, guttural roars of the infected closing in from behind.
The survivors and soldiers ran with everything they had left.
Breath came out in harsh gasps. A few survivors stumbled, nearly falling, their legs shaking from exhaustion as the infected chased them without slowing.
Every few seconds, soldiers and Jaxon's group turned back and fired. A few infected dropped into the mud, twitching. But more pushed forward from the trees, their figures emerging one after another through the rain and fog. They were endless.
Jaxon ran alongside the group, his eyes sharp as he scanned everyone. The survivors were reaching their limit, men and women gasped for air, their faces pale and drained. Some clutched their sides as they ran. Others were already slowing down, one wrong step and they would fall.
