The zombie Jack had slashed with his broken bottle reached out and grabbed his shoulder, all while dripping blood all over the front of its shirt. "Jesus, how the fuck are you still alive?!" Jack shouted as he wretched himself free and shoved the zombie to the ground, realizing too late that he had attracted the attention of a fresh zombie that had been walking past the outside of the bar. A pair of glowing green eyes peered inside from the shadowed hallway leading to the front door. "Shit, that thing has green eyes... it must be some kind of different variant of stiff than the slow red eyed one. I need to get out of here!"
The Infector let out a sharp growl as it gave chase after Jack, limping along at a fairly quick pace despite its twisted leg and missing toes. Jack knew that the stairs leading up to the managers office would at least slow the monster down, if not stop it outright. As soon as he reached the door at the end of the upstairs hallway he turned the knob, only for the door to stop suddenly after opening only an inch. "Damn it, the door must be barricaded on the other side!" Jack cursed as he moved over to the side window and smashed it with his foot.
The window was fairly small, but just big enough to fit a large human male if need be. Jack wasted no time in pulling a chair out of the opening and throwing it aside as he climbed inside the managers office onto a wooden desk. By now the Infector had cleared the stairs and was seconds away from following Jack into the room. Panicking, Jack quickly jumped off the desk and sealed the window with a larger chair sitting on the nearby floor. He knew it wouldn't hold long and began to desperately search the room for a weapon.
The chair was pushed aside just as Jack noticed a shotgun sitting in the managers chair behind his desk... propped up against the managers rotting corpse. "Please, just let it have a shell left!" Jack yelled as he pried the weapon out of the corpse's cold hands and leveled it with the Infector's head just as it began limping forward. A single blast rang out as Jack squeezed the trigger and the zombie lost half of its face before falling to the ground. "Thank god..." Jack mumbled as he let the shotgun fall out of his hands. For the moment he was safe...
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