army of the new breed of infected that Hayden had seen just days ago.
And they were hurtling towards New Britain.
Hurtling towards Hayden’s home.
Fast.
Chapter Eight
H ayden couldn’t do anything as the infected hurtled down the side of the wall.
He could only stand and stare.
He heard the chaos growing around him. Heard the cries, the screams, the shouts. But all of them drifted into the background. All of them, just like the sickliness in his throat. Just like the growing smell of blood in the air. Just like the feel of the light rain falling from a cloud above.
They were coming.
Just like Colin said, they were coming.
And they’d tear apart everything Hayden cared about if he didn’t act fast.
“Hayden!”
He heard a shout. It was someone ahead of him. Someone over by the gate. He recognised their voice, but it took him a few seconds to realise it was Gary.
He was standing right by the gate. Trying to close it up.
Hayden didn’t register why. Not at first.
Not until he saw the silhouettes drifting down the tunnel leading to the main gate, hurtling in their direction.
“Need a fucking hand!” Gary shouted.
Hayden started to run towards Gary. He had to help solidify this place. Had to help keep the infected away.
They could still defend this place. He knew it might be misguided or blind faith, but he truly believed it. They could defend it. He could defend it.
He just had to help close up that gate.
He just had to—
An infected landed to the right. Dropped down from the walls. It looked just like every other infected human.
Only it was hurtling towards a man just inches to Hayden’s right.
Hayden dodged out of its way. Fell onto his ass.
The infected threw itself at the man.
Dragged him to the ground.
Ripped the white T-shirt off his back and sunk its teeth into him, tearing away at his flesh with ferocious speed and intensity as the man lay there screaming, begging, pleading.
And then two more of the infected joined it and silenced the man at last.
“Need a fucking hand, Hayden!”
Hayden’s head spun. His legs were weak. Everything moved in slow motion. He saw more infected falling down the side of the wall. Saw them jumping on people he knew. Ripping chunks out of their necks. Bashing their skulls into the ground.
But these weren’t just normal people they were attacking. They weren’t just the people Hayden knew were uninfected.
They were attacking the people who’d been immunised, too.
Hayden felt vomit creeping up his throat. He knew he couldn’t just stand there while the people around him were butchered. He knew he couldn’t just stand around while people died. Because he was at risk by standing here, too. He might’ve been the source of the immunisation, but to these new infected, he was nothing.
He was just food.
And to Hayden, that was terrifying.
He looked over his shoulder. Looked back on the main streets of New Britain. Saw people fleeing down there. Behind them, fast in pursuit, the infected. Chasing them down. Hunting them.
And he wanted to go back and tell Miriam to lock her doors. To stay safe.
But then he heard Gary’s voice shouting for help again and he knew he couldn’t just run away.
He ran towards the gates. Stopped at Gary’s side.
“Fuck’s sake, man. What fucking took you so long?”
Hayden didn’t answer him. He just grabbed the edge of the metal barrier that covered up the gates completely. “I thought these were supposed to be easy to close.”
“If they were easy to close, they’d be goddamned easy to break into. Now come on. Help me pull.”
Hayden heard another shout behind him. He flinched, spun around. Just metres away, an infected was ripping open the guts of a teenage girl. Tears rolled down her cheeks. She cried for it to stop, to let her go, as blood splattered onto her face from her own guts.
The infected didn’t stop. It didn’t discriminate. They never did.
Man. Woman. Child. All of them were fair game to the