*Pow!*
"Sh×t," I cussed.
Somehow, Kevin was able to bend his posture backwards to evade the bullet.
But he didn't wait for me to fire another round, so he turned his gun towards me this time around.
"Oh sh*t!" I exclaimed.
I rolled over while Kevin fired his gun repeatedly, which luckily missed his intended target.
By the time Kevin turns sideways, four zombies were already surrounding him, with each of them trying to grab a bite of him.
Kevin placed his hand on top of one of the zombies before pointing his muzzle underneath the chin of the zombie.
Black blood splattered on his clothes and face, but the extended fingernails of another zombie behind him clawed his flesh from behind.
[Ding! Scratched! You've been ….]
Kevin cried out in pain but turned to fire another shot at the zombie head.
Another zombie attacked him with a bite on his neck, tearing his flesh and drawing out his veins and arteries.