THIRTY-NINE
Though devastated by the loss of life, and the thought that this new freak had been a deliberate attempt to wipe out all wardens, Jackson fought side by side with the members of the Legion. Nearby, Rona fought just as fiercely, her skill bringing down many a freak. The freaks kept coming. With the speed at which the infected turned, the Legion were fighting a losing battle.
A freak launched at Jackson and he aimed for the head, a click the only response when he pulled the trigger.
He was out of ammunition.
As he cast around him for another firearm, he knew it would be too late.
The freak was on him, teeth snapping, claws extended.
Jackson gripped the freak’s forearms, doing his best to keep him away from his flesh. But the freak was relentless, blood pouring from its eyes
