"That's what I like to hear!"
Zolyah grinned while occupied with her scope. Her body shifted instinctively; the crosshair snapped to its first target.
She squeezed; the recoil nudged her shoulder.
The round zipped through the distance and punched through the zombie's chest. It staggered three steps closer—then it dropped.
"Contact, one hundred meters closing!" Big Rhino's voice cracked through. "Snipers, thin the runners!"
Zolyah chambered the next round; she inhaled and held it long.
A zombie sped along the highway, weaving erratically from side to side.
She lowered her aim slightly and counted.
Five. Four. Three. Two. One.
Bang!
The corpse collapsed and slid across the asphalt, burning the surface of its rotting skin.
"Good kill, Eagle One," Mason—one of the Machine Gunner units—called beside her.
"Aim for the quick ones. I'll take care of the rest."
He slammed his palm against the M249's feed tray and leaned into the weapon.
