Jaxon had just begun to relax when a wave of howls rose from the streets below. The moment the variant fell, the infected around the area grew restless. Then the chaos began.
Hundreds of dark shapes poured out from buildings, crawling up walls, leaping across rooftops, and crashing down onto the streets like a living tide.
Jaxon watched from above, his brow tightening.
'Didn't I just take out their leader? Why are they getting worse?'
He had no way of knowing that killing the variant was exactly what triggered them. Without it, the infected moved without order, driven only by rage and hunger.
The ground shook as more of them climbed higher, their wails growing louder.
Jaxon did not stay to test his luck. He pulled back from the edge and moved fast, keeping low as he retraced his path across the rooftops. The night had turned too dangerous. If they got any closer, there would be nowhere left to hide.
