Blood pouring from his wounds Marcus pulled himself along under the table. He had no idea where the rest of his group were and he no longer cared, all that mattered was getting out of this nightmare and his only path to the door lay with the shotgun he was dragging and the shells stuffed into his pocket. Pausing he grabbed a handful and quietly tried to push the first one through the dried blood caked onto the reloading gate.
As the first one slid home with a loud click the table over his head was violently shoved aside revealing the dull green, dappled white, near naked zombie he had seen earlier at the stairs. It stared down at him through lidless eyes and let out a low hiss as it began to reach out for his face. Marcus swung the shotgun and pulled the trigger. With a violent boom the shotgun tore a bloody hole through the zombies chest, spraying blood clear across the room and cutting the creatures spinal column in half.
Falling to the floor it began to pull itself toward Marcus with agonizing deliberation, dragging its now useless legs behind it. Marcus began to panic as the shotgun, fired in haste, had twisted his fingers with the recoil and caused all feeling to flee from them. He tried to reload the shotgun and kick the zombie away from him at the same time. It reached past his foot and grabbed the shotgun, pulling it from his grasp and flinging it back across the blood spattered room.
In full panic and weak with the loss of blood, Marcus called out for help, hoping that someone would hear him and desperately trying to stop the creatures fingers from digging through his thigh. At the same time he pulled the remaining shotgun shells from his pocket and jammed them into the creatures mouth as it tried to bite down on his hip. Several shells jammed in its jaws and Marcus watched in disbelief as the creature bit down and forced the shells through the roof of its mouth and its cheek.
As he lay fighting for his life he heard footsteps at the door, calling out he saw a figure burst through. The man, who Marcus did not recognize, hoisted a sledgehammer from his shoulder and swung the solid steel head in an arc, past his ankle, and before Marcus could shout out a warning, connected perfectly with the creatures skull. The boom was the last thing Marcus heard as several shotgun shells detonated, taking the creatures head clean off and killing Marcus with a perfectly placed slug through the eye.
The man called Ortane picked himself up from the floor and looked at the devastated room. The two bodies lay motionless and in the case of one, completely headless. Buckshot and slug rounds had blown through the room in every direction, splintering the table and destroying the end of the sledgehammer. Ortane reached down for the shotgun, picked up a couple of undetonated shells by his feet and strode off to look for other survivors, vowing to be more careful next time.