It's unfortunate that I didn't find anything in that back room after going through the hassle of unlocking the damn thing, but such is life… I honestly would've been happier if I had found nothing.
Not really all that disheartened by his lack of luck thus far, John didn't dwell on it and headed for the exit with his assault rifle ready to mow down anything that was unlucky enough to cross his path. As he neared the open doorway, he shined his flashlight around the area outside and scrutinized the surroundings. However, nothing had changed from when he last passed through, nor were there any new zeds that required extermination.
Hmm, it's all clear.
No newcomers had shown up from what John could see, so he stepped outside once more and approached the corner, but just as he was feet away, he picked up the sound of footsteps approaching from around the corner. There were only a couple of things it could really be, and one was a hell of a lot more likely than the other, so he stopped in place, readied his rifle's buttstock, and waited. And what came around the corner moments later was a standard run of the mill infected.
Thankfully, it's not a Charger or, God forbid, a Tank… Though I would've heard the latter long before its approach now that I think of it.
Tossing those thoughts to the back of his mind, John blitzed the unaware zombie and slammed the zed's skull with his AK's durable stock. His sudden surprise attack caused the infected to fall to the ground hard, and whilst it was debilitated, he pulled his machete and hacked its head off from the base of its neck, securing a nice 3 coins for nearly no effort.
The instant the zombie's head separated from its neck and rolled onto the asphalt, he sheathed his primary melee weapon, gripped his drum-fed assault rifle, and pushed into the alley ready to unload. And good thing he did because what greeted him on the other side was a dozen and a half zeds wandering down the backside of the apartments.
There was no time to think when he caught sight of them and them him, so he braced his weapon tightly and unloaded on the disorganised group of zeds with accurate fire. Echoes of suppressed cracks once again began blaring throughout the alleys alongside the rapid movement of his Kalashnikov's action as our main character headshotted one infected after the next with increasingly more precise shots and before long every single being besides himself lay dead.
"Hahaha, I'm getting good at this."
John would've swapped mags following that encounter, but he only spent less than 20% of his drum on that group; thus, he kept pushing down the alley. His previous actions behind the buildings and those of the four survivors left plenty of obstacles for him to avoid and navigate around, so he had to move from side to side as he advanced to steer clear of the piles of bodies.
It was a bit of a hassle, but he nevertheless made it to the end, and once he did, he was greeted by a split with one way entirely blocked off by a wire fence topped with barbed wire. As for the other on his left, it was open and had a clear view of the street at the end of it, and of those two; it was quite obvious the left route was the one to take. However, there was only one issue with that, his previous bouts of suppressed gunfire had attracted more infected yet again, specifically well over a dozen of them, and they were currently running down it and heading right for John.
It's gonna take a while to reach that damn safe room.
Since he came to this world, John had faced nothing but difficulty; however, he knew what he was in for when he selected this world, hence he kept it pushing and unloaded on the stream of incoming zombies. He was rapidly growing used to fighting the undead, so a fight that would've taken a couple minutes or more previously was cut down to just barely one. And right as the last zombie fell, he swapped out his drum mag that was running low for a brand new one.
Let's keep going.
Wanting to reach that darn safe room as soon as he could, John moved quickly through this last wee bit of the alley, whilst being careful where he stepped and popped out onto the streets. Unfortunately, they were anything but barren with the racket he was causing nearby, so the moment he stepped foot into this new area, the hordes of undead poured towards him from the streets, the surrounding apartments, the nearby stores, and everywhere else they could crawl out from.
Shit, was all that went through his mind before he gripped his weapon solidly and held the trigger down. Suppressed automatic fire echoed not too loudly through the streets as John unloaded on the horde of undead, and although he was killing them multiple at a time, he was only one man.
This is not a good position to hold.
Aware that he would get surrounded if he held out where he was, he retreated back into the tight alleyway he cleared previously and let them funnel into his kill zone.
The zeds were not the most intelligent bunch, so they poured into the tight quarters. Unfortunately for them, this would be their undoing because the second John saw there were 4 rows of them stacked in, he held his drum-loaded assault rifle's trigger down and fired a spray of lead at head height. Good ole 7.62 was nothing to sniff at, so the instant the first full metal jacketed round met the leftmost Zed's head, it pierced its skull effortlessly before going on to do the same to its brethren following its charge.
There wasn't a whole lot of space available, so they bunched up together as they tried to pile into the alley. But instead of getting anywhere, they just met John's storm of lead, which did a phenomenal job sending them to the afterlife. He had plenty of rounds packed in his mags this go-around, so once his second 100-round drum had run dry, he swiftly popped it out and slotted in a fresh 60-rounder quad stack in the magwell and resumed his carnage.
Blood, guts, and brain matter flew as he continued to empty one magazine after another on the swarm of undead, and at some point during the slaughter he heard some heavy stomps approaching from behind the crowd.
What the hell is it now?
Simultaneously, as that thought crossed John's mind, a powerful guttural roar came from the direction of the heavy steps. That already sounded like bad news, but sadly things went from bad to even worse because those heavy steps quickly turned into stomps… And they were rapidly approaching.
Fuck, it's a Charger.
Unable to afford being crippled by that malformed but incredibly strong and fast special infected, John got the fuck out of dodge real quick and retreated back the way he came. And it's a damn good thing he did too because not even a few seconds after he rounded the corner, the Charger plowed through the crowd of infected like a freight train, sending both his kills and those he's yet to collect, flying like a bunch of bowling pins. The Charger was moving with such speed and force that before all the bodies could drop; it slammed into the brick wall at the end of that alley and partially caved it in.
Shit, that easily could've been the end of me.
Well aware of just how close he had avoided death, John wasn't going to give the grim reaper another chance, hence he raised his gun, took aim at the special infected who had just ripped itself from the brick wall and waited for an opening. Thankfully, the Charger wasn't one to quit when its target of ire was alive and well, so when it inevitably turned towards him to charge again like a mad bull on steroids, John took this perfect opportunity to fire a burst of controlled automatic fire at its head. The zed wasn't felled in the first couple of shots to its dome surprisingly, but as soon as one of his bullets pierced one of its rage-filled eyes it went stiff for a second or two before it tipped over and collapsed onto the asphalt with an audible thud.
Hahaha, take that, you dumb bastard.
A smirk made its way onto John's mug for a moment there but it didn't stay around for long because the hordes of undead continued flowing towards him madly and without any fear of death to speak of, so he renewed his efforts and kept laying down fire and headshotting a majority of the zeds coming straight for him. The horde of infected he provoked this time seemed endless compared to what he had faced thus far, but just as he was beginning to worry whether he was going to have to find an alternate route or try to climb back up to the apartment's roof for safety, their number slowly started to thin.
Oh, thank God the wave is starting to thin.
The end was in sight, so he kept taking out one zombie after another, and soon enough he put down the very last of them. His suppressor was glowing red from all the rounds he put through it, but that wasn't what he was concerned with at this moment. What he was really concerned about was whether any more infected were going to round the corner and continue their onslaught. Luckily, it seemed like fate had had a change of heart and decided to stop fucking him... At least for a short while.
I had a few close moments there, where shit could've easily gone off the rails, but I made it through somehow… And most importantly, without sustaining any injuries.
It was a hard fought battle on John's part and the aftermath of his intense shooting spree showed that in spades because what lay on the hard wet asphalt of the streets and the alleys behind the urban city structures was hundreds of bodies of dead infected humans with all kinds of lethal wounds marring their frames, though many of them had to do with their heads.
Man, I did a number on them... I'm actually surprised I didn't fall because the recoil from the AK was wearing the shit out of my shoulder.
Even though he wasn't injured, the battle did take a toll on his body, and it sure as shit was letting him know. John rubbed his right shoulder as a dull pain radiated from it, but it wasn't his only concern, so he kept an eye on the surroundings as he massaged the affected area.
The remnants of his conflict with the undead wasn't the prettiest sight, to say the least, so once he was good, he didn't hang around and retreated to the storage room again, bought several hundred more rounds, and packed his magazines quietly whilst he waited for his assault rifle and suppressor to cool somewhat. He had pretty much expended most of his 7.62 rounds from that single horde, meaning it was gonna take a minute before he would be ready to set off once more.
Yeah, I'm gonna need to buy a reloading perk or something else to speed this shit up because God, this fucking sucks.
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