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.The four infected personnel fanned out around Mancini.He aimed the rifle at the nearest assailant’s head and fired one round.A plume of blood jetted from the back of the infected woman’s skull as the round ripped through skin, bone and brain matter.He readjusted his aim and took out the next infected person, who was a short stout guy, dressed only in a pair of jog pants.More of the infected bustled through the bar’s rear doors, alerted by the screams of the dying law agents and the gunfire.Mancini realized the horde must have followed them into the building through the fire escape.He fired off another killing round at an infected teenage girl with long dark hair, who lunged at him, hissing and chomping her teeth.He glanced up at the top of the fence and saw Jorge sliding down to the opposite side.“Thank Christ, take your time, why don’t you?” Mancini muttered.Jorge tumbled to the ground and landed heavily.He cried out in pain and clutched hold of his right ankle.Mancini aimed the rifle at the fourth attacker, a middle aged bald man and fired another killing round, striking the guy in his left eye.The infected crowd began to hustle forward towards Mancini.They were now more interested in him than the shredded, mutilated law agents on the ground.Mancini aimed the rifle into the infected crowd and squeezed the trigger but the mechanism clicked without firing a round.“Shit, the ammo’s out,” he hissed, realizing he should have checked the unconscious law agent for some spare magazines.Mancini had tucked his Heckler and Koch handgun in the back of his waistband and now the infected horde were closing in on him.He’d have to scale the fence in double quick time or try and stand and fight off at least two dozen thrashing assailants.The decision was a no-brainer; Mancini had to flee the scene.Flinging the empty rifle at his attackers, Mancini turned and took two big strides towards the fence.He leapt as high as he could and clung on to the wire mesh strips.The infected horde surged forward and a collection of hands grasped at Mancini’s trailing legs.He kicked out as he scaled the wall of wire mesh, expecting teeth to sink into his calves at any second.The fence rattled and bowed under the weight of the infected crowd, pushing and jostling to try and get at Mancini.He felt his heart rapidly hammering in his chest as he pulled himself up the wire links, with fingernails scraping the soles of his boots.Jorge scrabbled to his feet but hobbled on a damaged ankle.He moved out the way of the fence where Mancini would land, if he successfully climbed over the fence.Mancini kicked away a hand that grabbed hold of his left heel.He scrambled up the wire mesh and hooked his elbows over the roofing felt on top of the barbed wire, then swung his leg across the fence.Breathing a sigh of relief, Mancini sat astride the fence and glanced down at the gathered infected crowd below him.“Shitting death,” he mumbled, before lifting his other leg over the top of the wire and dropping down to the ground on the other side of the fence.“At least those fuckers don’t seem to be able to climb,” he rasped to himself.The infected horde furiously rattled the fence, trying to pull the wire mesh away from their post fittings.Mancini glanced around the immediate ground space before he sprung to his feet.“Come on, Jorge.We need to find our way back to the damn Thunderbird as quick as possible.” Mancini started to move but turned around when he realized Jorge wasn’t keeping pace.Jorge’s face was screwed in pain and he hobbled on his right ankle.“What the hell is wrong with you?” Mancini muttered.“I turned my ankle over when I landed,” Jorge groaned with a grimace.“It hurts like hell.”“Jesus Christ, Jorge,” Mancini sighed.“You really are a walking fuck up, you know that?”“I…I’m struggling to walk.I don’t think I can make it back to the car.”“No other options available, Jorge,” Mancini snapped.“We walk or we get eaten.Simple as that.”“All right, I’ll try,” Jorge rasped and hobbled a couple of steps towards Mancini.“We need to figure out where the hell we are in conjunction to the Thunderbird,” Mancini said.“But first of all, we need to get as far away from here as possible before those goons bust through that wire fence
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