Adventure of Nicky99999 1

The wall gives another sick crack, and three gray hands spear through the plaster at once. Dust bursts across the furnace room as the gap widens into a jagged mouth.

The Outlaw Sheriff plants his shoulder harder into the frame and fires again. One infected jerks back, but two more surge forward behind it, hungry fingers clawing for anything alive.

The Wounded Looting Accomplice stumbles back from the breach, both arms locked around the vial. He looks from the hole to Nicky99999, desperate and shaking, as if she is the only exit left.

A fresh burst of plaster drops from the ceiling edge, and the nearest infected halfway climbs into the room. The Sheriff’s revolver snaps toward it, but the line is failing by inches.