The soldiers, along with Elena and the others, kept their eyes fixed on the infected as they rushed away through the forest. Their twisted figures grew smaller and smaller between the trees.
Jaxon did not waste the chance. While they were retreating, he continued firing from the branches, his finger pulling the trigger again and again with steady rhythm.
Natasha who knew the function of her pistol didn't waste the chance either, picking off the stragglers at the back of the horde.
Each shot dropped another infected before it could fully escape.
Only when the last of them disappeared from sight did the gunfire slowly stop.
The tension broke all at once.
Several soldiers exhaled heavily, shoulders dropping as the adrenaline faded. Elena wiped the rain and sweat from her face, while Na-rin rolled her wrist slightly, easing the strain from constant firing.
From the branches above, a figure dropped down.
