Growling came from close behind. So f*****g close that it sounded almost on top of her. Something grabbed at her ankle and she kicked back, trying to dislodge it.
Boom. A gunshot. Could only be a gunshot. The noise echoed down the valley. Boom.
“Roslyn!” Nick yelled. “Where are you?”
Boom.
“In here!” she yelled back.
Boom.
The infected tugged on the leg of her jeans, trying to drag her back. It was surprisingly strong and very determined. One bit
e to one of her bare feet and she was dead. She kicked back and it pulled again at the same time. Her balance went to s**t and she landed on her belly, winded, coughing and choking. Fingers dug into her legs through the denim and a long hungry growl crept over her. She’d have screamed, but her lungs had shrunk, making it hard to breathe.
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