Outbreak Chapter 38

Once he got to the right side of the truck he saw that they were going to be in trouble if they didn't deal with the group in front of them quickly. He raised his rifle and started pumping out head shots as fast as he could without rushing himself to the point that he got too sloppy with it. The trio firing over the cab of the truck had all started taking shots at the approaching group and the people that had been riding in the box had to jump out since there wasn't room to fire between the group over the cab. The old man must have had time to at least briefly shot the rest how to fire each weapon since almost everyone was armed. The teenage boy was carrying Wiggins' old 12 gauge shotgun, the middle aged woman was trying to wield the second Nagant which considering it's strong kick and large size probably wasn't a wise choice for her. The older man still had his 1911 holstered and had opted to use Wiggins' .243 hunting rifle. The only person not armed was the scantily clad woman they had picked up from the top of the truck, he took a quick glance over at the truck and saw that she was curled up on top of the bags with tears streaming down her face. It was obvious she was going to be useless so Brendon didn't waste any time trying to get her to help out and instead went back to shooting at the undead. Even with their combined fire they weren't able to take out the entire group of zeds before they were on them.
As the remaining zombies closed the last few feet the middle aged woman finally worked up the courage to fire a shot through the Nagant. To Brendon's surprise her shot was true and the zed in front of her fell to the ground but the kick of the rifle made her let out a scream of pain and surprise. The rifle fell from her hands and hung loose in front of her by it's sling. She must not of had the butt of the rifle in the notch of her shoulder because she was clutching her right bicep. The zombie that had been next to the one she had just killed lunged at her and the pair fell to the ground. The middle aged man let out a yell of "Heather" and fired off a shot from his Nagant as he ran up to her that made the zombie go limp on top of her before it had a chance to sink it's teeth into her. More zombies were swarming the pair and in his panic the man must have short stroked the bolt of his rifle because when he raised it up at the zombie just a few feet away from him and pulled the trigger nothing happened. The zombie pounced on him as the woman ran screaming back to the truck. The others weren't able to lay down enough fire to keep the zombies off and soon he was screaming from the bottom of a pile of four zombies. The older man slung his rifle and tried to pull the man out from beneath the zeds but only received a bite on his arm for his efforts.
There was a flurry of gunfire and blood sprayed from the pile as Griffin advanced pumping rounds through his AR-15. When he was done the pile of bodies including the man at the bottom were all still. None of the survivors on the ground had time to ponder the man's death, there were still half a dozen zombies that were among them and some members of the group were being forced to resort to using their guns as melee weapons. Brendon was lucky enough that none of the surviving zeds had gotten close to him. He saw Griffin pull a knife from his vest and drive it through the eye of one zombie that was almost on top of him and another zombie was killed when the man in the leather coat slammed the butt of his SKS into it's temple.
Brendon heard a scream and looked over to see that Tom was on his back on the ground being mauled by a zed. Brendon put a round through the thing's head and rushed over to see that it had taken a chunk out of Tom's neck and blood was spraying out at an alarming rate. "I'm sorry, there's nothing I can do," Brendon whispered as Tom thrashed on the ground clutching his neck. Brendon had only known the man for a handful of hours but he still didn't think he deserved to suffer only to turn into one of those things. Brendon drew his pistol from it's holster and put a 9mm round into Tom's forehead finally making him lay still.