Shooter (1)

In the midst of chaos and panic, Jug fought to save Danny's life. He pressed his trembling hands on the wound, desperate to staunch the bleeding. "Danny! Hold on!" he pleaded, his voice quivering with anguish.

But destiny had other plans. Another shot, precise and deadly, sliced through the air. It found its mark, striking Danny once more, this time in the neck.

Gurgles of agony resonated as blood splattered, marring the purity of the moment. Danny's grip on Jug's arm weakened, and his life began to slip away.

Jug, drenched in his friend's blood, stared at the lifeless body, feeling the weight of loss.

The world became a blur as a malevolent figure loomed in the alleyway, concealed by the sickening cover of biter blood. The noise from the gunshots had attracted some of the nearby biters, drawing them back to the scene.

"Alleyway!" Jug hissed, trying to warn the others, as the figure aimed once more. Cob sprang into action, instinctively grabbing Jug's sleeve and pulling him behind the safety of a nearby desk.

Bullets zipped through the air, the metallic pings of impact on various surfaces reverberating through the room.

But there was no saving Danny. Jug was forced to accept the harsh reality. "Danny's gone," he whispered, panic seeping into his voice. Cob nodded, his anger fueling his determination.

"I know, pal. But we have to kill this douchebag," he declared, his rage evident.

Carter, brimming with anger and frustration, snatched the walkie-talkie from Lilah.

His voice was stern and resolute as he growled into the device, "What the hell do you want?" The figure on the other end toyed with their emotions, keeping them on edge.

The figure then lowered their firearm and lifted the walkie-talkie once more.

A malevolent chuckle escaped their lips as they uttered their chilling request, "I want all of you to become one with the horde." The implication of their words sent shivers down their spines, and then, abruptly, the connection was severed.

Carter clenched the walkie-talkie, his determination unwavering.

"You're going to be my first-ever human kill, bastard," he snarled before handing the device to Lilah. She was left with the disturbing knowledge of their assailant's sinister intentions.

As Zach and Maddy grappled with their grief, the real threat loomed large outside.

They contemplated their next move, but the voice of the shooter once again pierced the tension. "I suggest you get out of there before more of the horde comes through," they taunted.

The figure continued their assault by firing shots at the entrance, shattering the glass and luring the biters inside.

The group had no choice but to face the grim reality. "They're already here," Cob informed them as the ominous sounds of biters grew nearer.

Carter, now assuming the role of a leader, had a plan. "We need to go up to the roof," he declared.

Everyone understood the urgency of the situation and complied. They ran for the stairs, their hearts pounding, desperate to escape the encroaching danger.

The shooter's chilling words echoed in their minds. "Tick tock. Clock's ticking for dinner!" The voice from outside only served to heighten their anxiety.

Bullets flew through the air, some impacting the metal elevator door with sharp, resonating dings.

A moment of dread followed, and the locked door seemed the only thing standing between them and the approaching horrors.

But there was no time to lose. "RUN TO THE ROOF!" Lilah screamed as they broke cover, making a break for the stairs.

As they raced toward safety, more bullets whizzed by, and Maddy, struck by one of them, fell to the ground in pain. She clutched her leg, her gun slipping from her grasp.

Zach, showing immense bravery, rushed to her side, his fingers brushing against her hand as he yanked her up.

He retrieved her gun, intending to protect her from the encroaching biters. He fired at the approaching undead, his shots resounding in the confined space.

"GO GO!" Carter screamed as the others emerged from their cover, gunfire erupting around them.

Maddy's determination shone through, even as blood dribbled from her wound. They made it to the stairs, their rapid ascent offering them a fleeting respite from the encroaching biters.

Their escape had only just begun, as the voices of the undead grew nearer, urging them to move faster.

They continued their ascent, the rooftop serving as their precarious sanctuary, yet the threat still loomed large.

The biters grew louder, closer, their relentless pursuit echoing up the stairwell as the group finally reached the rooftop.

Gasping for breath, they barricaded the door behind them with whatever they could find. There was a palpable sense of relief, but it was short-lived.

A harsh laughter echoed from the other side of the barricaded door, and the voice that had tormented them before returned. "It's like a buffet with no waiting line. You can't keep hiding forever."

Carter's grip on his rifle tightened as he glared at the door, his frustration seeping through his clenched teeth. "This ain't no buffet, you sick freak!" he shouted, his words dripping with anger.

Zach, with a pained look on his face, turned to Maddy. "How's your leg?" he asked, his concern genuine.

Maddy winced in pain but tried to muster a reassuring smile. "I've had worse," she replied. "We need to find a way out of here."

The rooftop stretched out before them, offering a sliver of hope and a grim reminder of the horrors that now lurked below. The makeshift wooden plank connecting to the neighboring building became their path to salvation.

Cob led the way, with Jug following close behind. They carefully traversed the swaying plank, every step taken with caution. A dizzying drop yawned beneath them, intensifying the fear of a misstep.

"I can't believe this is our only way out," Jug muttered, his voice trembling as he inched forward. Cob nodded, his expression grim.

Lilah remained vigilant by the barricaded door. She grabbed the walkie-talkie and hesitated before speaking. "We can't let that lunatic decide our fate. We'll escape this and hunt him down," she declared, her voice unwavering.

On the rooftop of the neighboring building, the group huddled, scanning their surroundings. "We need to find a safe place to regroup," Cob suggested, wiping sweat from his brow.

Maddy, her face flushed from the pain in her leg, leaned against the rooftop's edge, looking out into the distance. "Over there," she pointed to a building on the horizon. "It looks like it could be secure."

Zach nodded. "Let's go then," he urged, taking the lead. As they moved forward, their hearts pounded, and their resolve remained unwavering.

The voice from the walkie-talkie returned. "You can run, but you can't hide. I'll be waiting."

Lilah glared at the device, her resolve strengthening. "We won't be your next victims," she replied defiantly.