"An infected," Cindy muttered, her voice low as she peered through the binoculars.
Everyone's attention snapped toward her. Natasha eased the car to a slow stop, her hands steady on the wheel. Jaxon, already looking through his scope, spotted it too, a bald infected, roughly five hundred meters ahead, sprinting with unusual purpose.
"Wait, Jaxon… don't shoot," Na-rin called from the back, her tone urgent. Jaxon froze, his finger hovering over the trigger.
"The infected… they're acting weird," Natasha said, eyes narrowing. "It should've heard the engine and charged straight at us. But it didn't."
A tense silence settled over the group. They had faced a similar situation once before, back when they fought the infected alongside the special unit, but they hadn't thought much of it at the time. Now, however, they realized something was off.
"It's moving," Na-rin added, pointing subtly. Jaxon refocused, watching the creature carefully. Its direction was clear…
