Novel Bin Chapter 193
I made a quick glance at the end of the Public Market and I still couldn’t see the huge ones. The people with me are looking at me for instructions but I just sheathed my katana and held my pistol with both hands.
*bsshew*
*bsshew*
*bsshew*
*bsshew*
I fired consecutive shots towards the ones at the front. My accuracy went to its peak since I’m holding it with both hands rather than what I was doing earlier. I could shoot them just fine with one hand but doing it the proper way would make the use of the tool you’re using reach greater heights.
“We have a bit more time before they reach here, shoot!” I shouted.
I could feel their worry since the shots they were making now just to make a proper headshot took more than we were clearing them earlier smoothly. It was an understandable thing since Oscar made it sound like something really bad is gonna happen. Even our slow retreat has gotten faster and I think Brian and I were the only ones wanting to stay a bit longer and kill more of them.
I got to the last bullet from the magazine of my Maxim and instead of reloading, I holstered it and pulled the other one out. I then started to shoot again at a rapid pace, much faster than what they were doing but each bullet did the job as intended.
Their heads would make a small pop to the back as a small spray of blood from the back of their heads would come after. The zombie behind them would get sprayed with the blood coming from the one in front and they would either move normally or get tripped when the ones in front of them fell forward. The 18 bullets from a full magazine were gone in the matter of a few seconds and the passage we’re in just got decorated of bloody figures that has small bullet holes at the back of their heads, lying down, and unmoving.
Brian didn’t attempt to kill any with his axe since the bullets I’m making fly towards the one in front of him would definitely clip him if he makes a wrong step. He made use of the shotgun Oscar gave him and he unloaded everything he could, the same as everyone.
“KID?! THE F.U.C.K ARE YOU STILL FIRING OVER THERE FOR?! GET OVER HERE!!!” Oscar shouted.
“THEY’RE FAT F.U.C.KS! HOW FAST DO YOU THINK THEY COULD RUN?!” I shouted back as I pulled out my IWI Tavor.
I aimed with the Red Dot Sight and started to pull the trigger.
“HURRY THE F.U.C.K OVER HERE KID THERE’S THREE GOING IN YOUR DIRECTION!!! TATIANA!!! THERE’S TWO OVER YOURS! KALEY BACK UP ON TATIANA’S RETREAT PATH!!!” Oscar shouted.
*psshew*
*psshew*
*psshew*
*psshew*
*psshew*
*psshew*
*psshew*
The 5.56 rounds in my IWI Tavor travels much faster than the 9mm rounds in my Maxim 9. The spray of blood that follows after each shot is more apparent. The people with me hardly manages to properly aim at each one of them since I would take care of it before they manage to pull the trigger. I just instructed Martin and Sheryl to make sure that our path of retreat is clear while the three of us in front continue shooting.
I’m managing the shots to hit a small circ.u.mference around their glabella while the rest tried their best to do the same. The swarm in front of us got to a few dozen in a matter of seconds and then I got a clear view on the huge figures slowly appearing from view.
“Now what are you f.u.c.kers gonna do?” I thought to myself.
They started to run when they saw us and their weight does not seem that much of a hindrance at all. They’re slowly coming with speed. The flaps on their bodies are flopping around and one of them crashed to a counter. Its sides got ruptured and everything flowed outside like a f.u.c.k.i.e.d-up version of a chocolate lava cake. The other two are making their way towards us though not as fast as the sprinters but the one who got its stomach ruptured screamed.
“KRRROOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”
The moment he let out that deep growl, the ‘gatherers’ that are still among the ones near us slowed down and clutched their bulging stomachs. I think I knew what they were about to do next so I aimed at them first while I shouted at the two in front of me.
“GET BACK!!!” I shouted.
Brian was unwilling but Carlo managed to pull him back as he dropped the shield on the ground.
“BbllLlEeerrGGhHHh!!!”
I managed to kill the most of them which are closest to us but the one of them projectile vomited on our direction. Good thing that Carlo pulled Brian out of the way or else he’d be covered in that viscous fluid that poured over the floor. The smell is horrible but judging on the shield where it landed, it doesn’t seem to be of the corrosive nature.
“Not corrosive eh? But if that poured over you, chances are you are infected already.” I thought to myself.
Our retreat backwards became much faster since the huge figures are already on the center. The slow ones they reached would get trampled over by their size and there are still a few that are still near us. I aimed at them first to thin them out even more since the distance between us could still be forgiving. I only made a few steps of retreat to reload the magazine on my IWI Tavor and I immediately went back to shooting the small ones remaining after I chambered a round in my gun.
I thought I was the only one trying to thin them out before the huge ones reaches us but I was wrong.
“THE F.U.C.K ARE ALL OF YOU NOT RETREATING YET?! KID! TATIANA! COME OVER HERE QUICK!!! F.U.C.K IT!!! I’M GOING IN AS WELL!!!” Oscar shouted.
I had a thought in my head and I smirked.
“Don’t. We’re already heading back.” I said.
“The f.u.c.k?! I’m already about to head down!” Oscar shouted.
“No, just kidding. I can still make a run for it since they’re not as fast as the sprinters.” I said innocently.
I killed a few more of them and then I heard a few more unintelligible terms and a few chuckles from the earpiece.
“Just stay safe there old man. Keep watch on the truck with Jared.” I said as I kept on pulling the trigger.
The ones in front of me were only in the single digits but the one of the huge ones is a few meters near me. I was about to aim for its head but it suddenly swung its hand down to a figure in front of him.
*WOOOOOSH*
The force behind that slap was so strong the figure he slapped slammed on the ground with such force, it is not unmoving then it continued to run towards me. The zombie it hit has its head having a huge crack from above due to the strong hit and a huge crack from below due to it crashing on the hard floor.
It’s about the same height as me but its width is several times than me. What I didn’t notice at first glance was it was not wearing any clothes and what I thought was its pants was the oil-like stain that remained on its body.
Instead of shooting its head, I aimed towards the both of its kneecaps.
*psshew*
*psshew*
The first hit made it buckle and the second one made it lose its balance as it fell face forward.
*CRASH*
Due to its momentum and its weight, the crash was so strong that its stomach bursted out. All of the contents that was fed onto it spilled from its sides and it’s a huge f.u.c.k.i.n.g mess. The one following it tripped over it and it rolled over like a huge boulder but its head smashed to another counter and its head split open, revealing the brain matter inside. The last one on the far end is not making much progress but its arms are still flailing around randomly and while still screaming the same thing over and over.
I killed the three remaining small ones at my passage before I make a small exhale and sniped the huge one that is the farthest from my location. Its arms fell limp as the contents from its stomach are still emptying itself out slowly due to the rupture.
Now, the only one remaining from my side is the one I shot in the kneecaps.
“Now, what to do with you.” I thought to myself.