Latest: The Journey of St. Laurent, Chapter 59

59: Distraction & Chaos

My brain did a somersault. Holy crap, it’s Rhett. At least it was Rhett, before.

I put on the brakes to give myself a heartbeat to think. Trapped between aliens and a zombie. No time to freak out. Just keep breathing.

An alien appeared around the far side of the rock pile.

Rhett marched toward me.

The alien raised its weapon and pointed it toward the virus-controlled Rhett.

I instinctively took aim at the guard.

The alien fired. A chunk of flesh sizzled off the back of Rhett’s thigh.

I squeezed the firing handle thing and must have missed my target by a good three feet. It didn’t help that the stupid extraterrestrial gun recoiled in the wrong direction.

It didn’t matter that I missed. [...]