Jaxon scanned the street, then climbed onto the top of a nearby truck, finding a steady position. He steadied his breath and raised his rifle. Each shot rang out silently, striking the infected in the head, and carving a clear path for the group to move.
Elena, Natasha, and Na-rin, running and shooting at the front, noticed the horde collapsing under his precise shots. Each impact sent the infected flying like a shotgun blast, clearing the way ahead.
Soon, Burgors and the others caught up, panting as they rounded the corner.
"Where's Jaxon?" Elaine asked, frowning.
"He said he'll catch up," Haris replied, keeping pace.
Natasha's gaze lingered behind, her expression conflicted, torn between going back or pushing forward. She gritted her teeth and continued. They couldn't waste the opportunity he had created.
