—— No matter how fast one pulled the trigger, in a horde like this, a finger couldn’t move fast enough. It was a race against time. A mere human against father time. Claire’s head whipped to the side so fast, she may have received whiplash. She was already on edge and there was a sigh of relief when she realized it was only Rick.
❝ You think? ❞ She already started firing again; aiming to clear out the walkers from one exit. So, they can take their leave.
♙ – Little did Rick know that he’d be spending his last moments without the infection rushing through his blood in a horde of walkers. He hadn’t seen the rotting corpse that approached from behind. The gun shots had brought more of them, except they creeped from behind and the two of them hadn’t expected to go down like this - well, Rick anyway.
It wasn’t exactly quick. The teeth ripped through his shoulder and sent agonising pain throughout him, he could almost feel the infection that had already been inside of him spread faster.