Chapter 24: Flashlight
"Come on!" Nolan confidently challenged.
Like an answered prayer, another infected swung its almost jagged bone-arm.
Nolan sidestepped, body tilting just enough for the blow to pass within inches of his ribs.
The sound of wind pressure brushing his jacket was audible.
Flash!
Another burst of light—this time straight into the eyes of a sprinting brute. It staggered mid-charge.
Nolan stepped in, rolled under its arm, leapt to its back, and with surgical precision, drove his knife into the back of its skull.
A sickening crunch followed.
He kicked off the collapsing body mid-fall and landed on both feet, crouched.
Another came.
Nolan ducked, then backflipped—yes, backflipped—over a leaping infected that snapped its yellow fangs inches from his throat.