She jerks the wheel, hard. Natasha doesn't bother to look over her shoulder; the jeep stays steady. The screaming seems to grow louder, oppressive, and the few sprinters at the front of the hoarde pick up the pace. Each one that gets felled sparks two more in its place, hungry groans and animalistic yelling, and Natasha doesn't have time to reach for her own weapon before one of the sprinters leaps onto the front of the jeep.
It's rotting. Flesh sloughs off it at high speeds. Milky dead eyes and sinew gaping from its face, dangling, and Natasha refuses to let the fear in her chest spark back alive. It bangs a fist at the windshield and old, dead blood smears across the glass. ]
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She jerks the wheel, hard. Natasha doesn't bother to look over her shoulder; the jeep stays steady. The screaming seems to grow louder, oppressive, and the few sprinters at the front of the hoarde pick up the pace. Each one that gets felled sparks two more in its place, hungry groans and animalistic yelling, and Natasha doesn't have time to reach for her own weapon before one of the sprinters leaps onto the front of the jeep.
It's rotting. Flesh sloughs off it at high speeds. Milky dead eyes and sinew gaping from its face, dangling, and Natasha refuses to let the fear in her chest spark back alive. It bangs a fist at the windshield and old, dead blood smears across the glass. ]
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