Headless bodies littered the streets below. Some infected knelt over the corpses, tearing into them with frantic hunger. Now and then, another infected would suddenly drop from a wall or a building, already headless, slamming into the ground with a heavy, dull thud.
Hundreds of infected filled the streets, howling in rage. They clawed at nearby buildings, smashing against doors and walls. The more that died, the worse it became. Their agitation spread fast, feeding into one another until the entire area boiled with madness.
From the rooftop above, the one responsible crouched in silence, watching the chaos unfold.
'They're getting too close,' Jaxon thought calmly. 'Time to move.'
He rose slowly and dismissed his rifle. His eyes lifted to a higher rooftop nearby.
He rolled his shoulders and stretched his neck, steadying his breath. Taking a few steps back to gather momentum, Jaxon sprinted towards the edge.
