MC POV - Interactive Story - 5 (Patreon)

Continued from scene 4

You climb the stairs two at a time, the weight of the AR-15 solid in your hands. At the top, you turn into the front bedroom, cross to the window, and unlock it with a twist. The frame groans slightly as you slide it up.

Outside, the infected man still leans against the front door. His head lifts slowly, jaw slack, neck crooked at a strange angle. Sunlight catches the blood crusted across his face.

You raise the rifle, shouldering it, your finger sliding into place. With a squeeze of your finger, the shot tears through the air. The infected’s skull snaps back, a burst of dark fluid misting the porch column behind him. His knees buckle, and he collapses without a sound.

You shut the window fast and head downstairs.

Jessica stands by the front window now, one hand against the glass, the other resting on the frame. She looks over as you step off the last stair.

“Good shot,” she says, nodding once. Then her mouth tightens, and she jerks her chin toward the street. “But we got a problem. A few more infected headed this way. They probably heard that shot.”

She turns to face you fully. “What do you think—get outta here or barricade this place?”

Continue to scene 6