Pete ignored the glass shards, he would take a few cuts to the palms and abdomen if it meant they would survive the day, which at the moment was all important to him. Pete’s eyes bugged out as he fell to the ground. He didn’t care if they followed him at this point. Right now, the idea of the fact or the hope that is of having an end to this seemed second to the fact that if he hadn’t felt the need to brag that he could still be safe and on the inside of the building for a while longer. There was not an immediate shortage of rations, however they were definitely dwindling. Pete popped up just as quickly as he’d fallen and began a dead sprint. He screamed, “What are you doing standing there? It’s a fucking bomb, you need to move, or you’re all going to die.”
Chapter 14
A second later that grip that was fueled by hate and hunger went limp and the body fell onto him then to the ground. Earl turned around kicking it away from him, seeing a pitchfork resting on the ground through its skull. Earl didn’t have to say thank you, but Scott motioned for him to get back in the fight. Clary started firing off on full auto, burying bullets in those resting on the rafter. Never giving them the chance to pursue. Earl did his best to fire but only got light when Clary took the rifle in his direction, or when he could see something coming his way from the flash coming from Clary’s rifle. Earl was screaming like a wild man firing off one after another. The Turned were dropping, but Clary knew that both of them were near the end of their magazines and hoped the precious seconds needed would be there when it clicked completely empty. When Clary fired off on his last target before the firing pin clicked empty he was already hitting the mag release, catching it, and flipping it around. The Turned that were coming for him, like all the others, were ready to eat.
The Turned reached forward, mouth open, and Clary could only think of one short term solution and that was shoving the barrel down its throat. When it bit down, a grotesque smell of frying zombie flesh from Clary’s burning hot barrel made its way quickly trying to escape out the door. Everyone’s stomachs turned and Clary pulled the charging handle back letting it go into place so that he could continue firing off nonstop for as long as possible. The Turned was stuck to the end of the barrel and tried grabbing and pulling the gun away but Clary held the trigger down sending five shots out of the back of its head. His new issue was having the full weight of The Turned pulling it down. Clary did his best to guess where to aim at the two that were coming straight for him and unleashed Hell, catching them in the spine, which having them disabled for the moment was good enough for him.
After Earl got his reloaded and Clary put a boot up into the Turned’s gut and kicked it off and down to the ground. Clary knew this was a shit show of massive proportions. He wanted this to end, but there was no end to the Turned coming. He wondered if at one point the owners had trapped them in here somehow and they’ve been locked up ever since, which would be potentially why they were so angry?
Clary thought this looked like some sort of insane horror flick fused with strobe lights. The Turned racing towards them never seemed like they were in the same spot twice. However, the other issue was it looked like slow-motion even though Clary knew they were moving at the absolute fastest that they had the ability to move with.
He knew the sound of his own gun and had heard thousands of rounds go through his pistol so when new gunfire erupted from behind them other than when Shaun had gotten off of that plane, he had never been so happy then to see the two boys together at once again.
Shaun and Greg wasted zero amount of time decimating those Turned that were still in the Morton shed. Shaun was pretty sure that these were determined and hiding would not be something that they would want to do. However, he was a big fan of not leaving any stone unturned.
Shaun walked slowly along the vehicles inside of the giant shed and Greg did the same waiting for something to come out after Shaun. When they had gone through the entire area, they had deemed it as safe as you could considering the circumstances at hand.
Earl leaned back against the shed, wiping a healthy amount of sweat from his forehead. He took his hat off, looking around before finally pulling out a lighter and putting his attention on the door to the Morton building. Earl pulled a few pins from the door, not being a stranger to farms, and slid the doors wide open. Light
