Immune
He reached for a bullet in one of the spare magazines in his tactical vest pockets. His rifle had been knocked to the ground in the scuffle and now he was fighting for his life against a very pissed off zombie. He reached for his knife but couldn’t get to it. The zombie had lunged out of the cabinet at him, catching him off guard. He fell to the ground, half turned onto his side, trapped between an air compressor and a wall. His gun was knocked out of his hand and slid across the floor. Just out of reach. [READ MORE]