The eleven stood in the living room. All glancing towards the hall way...The small room across from the spare bedroom and seemingly laid dormant all day. The guys couldn't see the room, but they didn't really want to see what was in there. The moan had almost shaken the house, and unknown to them was that all the other infected outside the house had stopped their movement. They all stood seemingly waiting on something. None of them noticed, but how could they.
The silence was piercing. All that could be heard was the heavy breathing of the men standing close to one another. Compton slowly brought his shotgun back around to his front, Wheeler pointed the M4 at the small hallway where the room was, the AK sat on the kitchen table. Craig and Shawn pointed their pistols towards the hallway. Ratty, who had been leaning against the wall handed his pistol to Steve while Wheeler motioned for Cozmo to take the extra pistol out of his pocket. Compton still had the last pistol stuffed into his pants. Liquid, Cowboy, Fairplay, and Numbers moved behind those who had “protection.”
The door busted open, sounding like an explosion. Shards of the door slammed the wall across the hall scattering into the spare bedroom as well. It mad the eleven jump...and then back up. Something big was coming. They heard heavy breathing, he sounded like some kind of large animal, a bear or lion. Another deafening moan, almost roar like and then heavy thuds. The sound of footsteps. All guns were pointed at the small hallway. It had to be just out of sight. Then it came into view. It was Rshep, but he wasn't infected, or if he was, he wasn't like the others.
His skin was red, almost bright red to the point of pink. He was almost three times larger than he was before infection. His shoulders almost looked like he had muscles on top of muscles. His head was surrounded by a mass of skin of muscles or blisters, or God knows what. His eyes were bright red, and his hair was scattered and thinned. His legs seemed to not grow at the same rate his shoulders did as his pants were still in tact, but they were ripped. And he just stood there...staring them down.

Compton: “...”

Steve: “...”

Cozmo: “...”

Rshep's breathing was the only sound in the house now. He just stood there for what seemed like an hour...but in reality, it was only about twenty seconds. The guns were still pointed at him when he made his move. He charged with such ferocity. He swung a backhand and nailed Compton who went flying towards the front door banging against the wall and landing on the floor. That's when the gunfire started. The bullets seemingly bounced off of Rshep's skin rather than penetrating it.
Rshep ran full speed at the group bouncing their bodies off him and against the walls. They didn't have any other ideas than to keep shooting. Craig stood up and pointed the gun at the back of Rshep and pulled the trigger. Rshep stopped, turned and faced Craig and grabbed him. He picked Craig up off the floor and flung him like a baseball against the back wall. Craig's body crumpled to the floor like a sack of potatoes.
Liquid had been knocked back towards the front door, seeing into the kitchen, he saw the AK sitting on the kitchen table. He got up and made his move but was cut off by Rshep's arm, knocking him backwards towards Compton's body. Rshep began walking towards Compton and Liquid's bodies. Steve pointed the pistol at Rshep and began firing. Rshep turned his attention towards Steve. Steve continued shooting backing himself all the way against the wall. From the floor, Wheeler began peppering Rshep with his M4. Rshep glanced down towards Wheeler, and swiped at him with his arm knocking him back towards the kitchen doorway.
Wheeler looked up to the kitchen table to see the AK and the box of dynamite. He crawled up to his knees, and then started moving towards the table. He got there and grabbed the box of dynamite. He pulled a stick out and looked back to the doorway. Wheeler went to the drawers and cabinets and began looking for a lighter of any kind, matches, a lighter, anything.
In the living room, Rshep had just knocked Steve into the corner. Shawn bent down in front of Numbers and Cowboy. He had the gun pointed at Rshep, but didn't fire. Rshep turned his body towards the three and let out a small moan. Wheeler came to the door frame and started shooting Rshep with the AK. Rshep spun around and began walking towards Wheeler. Wheeler backed his way into the kitchen, throwing down the AK. He grabbed the lighter and a stick of dynamite. He lit the stick and when Rshep got to the doorway, Wheeler chucked it at him and backed against the refrigerator. The stick hit Rshep and bounced to the floor at his feet.
As the fuse burnt, Rshep took a few steps towards Wheeler when the dynamite went off destroying the door frame and putting a nice hole in the floor. The dynamite blew Rshep forward into Wheeler crushing him between the fridge and Rshep. The back of Rshep's skin seemed to be bleeding and his legs were highly burned, but he began to pick himself back up.
Rshep tried to stand up, but his right leg just wasn't strong enough to hold him up, and as an infected, he wasn't able to hop around on one foot. He tried to pull himself with his arms but his body seemed weak. He managed to pull himself halfway across the kitchen until finally giving out. Wheeler's body was lying face down, and the refrigerator had a giant dent in it where Rshep's body had crushed his against it. Wheeler didn't move.
In the living room, near the front door, Compton's body laid on it's right side facing a wall. He wasn't moving. Liquid's sat on the floor leaning against the front door, his face with small gashes in it where wooden pieces from the explosion hit him. He looked across the room to see Steve toppled in a corner, not moving and in the other corner, Shawn still stood there facing the doorway, gun pointed, with Numbers and Cowboy behind him. Ratty and Fairplay both laid below the front windows. Fairplay was moving his arms, but Ratty's body lay motionless. Liquid looked to his left to see Craig's body was laying face down and not moving.
All the windows in the kitchen had blown out from the explosion, and most from the living room as well. The infected in the front yard still stood there, motionless, almost waiting for something to happen.

Liquid: “..Wheeler?”

No answer came from the kitchen.

Liquid: “You guys ok?”

Cowboy: “Is it dead?”

Liquid: “I dunno..I can't see it from here. I think the dynamite hurt it.”

Numbers: “We're okay over here, I think Steve is hurt...”

Cowboy: “We need to get out of here.”

Liquid: “We need to get these guys up and find a way to get into our cars.”

Cowboy: “Are you okay Fairplay?”

Fairplay: “My left arm. Somethings broke, but everything else is all right. Ratty? Are you okay?”

Ratty: “...”

Compton began to move, slowly at first, but he turned his body over and looked at Liquid.

Liquid: “Are you all right?”

Compton: “Yeah, what happened?”

Liquid: “I don't know...”

Compton: “Is everyone else all right?”

Liquid: “I don't think so.”

Compton: “Is it dead?”

Liquid: “If it isn't, it's hurt, c'mon, lets get up.”

Compton and Liquid both got up to their feet and moved towards Craig's body. They bent over and checked his body. He wasn't breathing. Compton turned his body over to discover a large wound in his head. Compton looked away quickly...he almost couldn't handle the sight. Liquid kicked Craig's body back over face down. They both moved to the kitchen to see Rshep's body laying on the floor. He was facing the living room doorway with his eyes open. Liquid glanced over to see Wheeler's body laying on the floor limp next to the refrigerator.
Back in the living room, Numbers crawled past Shawn towards Steve's body in the corner. He checked Steve's pulse, and it was still beating. Steve wasn't responding to anything though. His chin was red where Rshep had nailed him. Back in the corner, Shawn still on one knee in front of Cowboy with his gun pointed towards the doorway.

Cowboy: “Shawn, I think it's okay now, you can put the gun down.”

Shawn: “...”

Cowboy: “Shawn?”

The gun fell out of his hand and hit the floor with a dud.

Cowboy: “....Shawn?”

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