5 Panic and Confusion (1/2)

”Damn it! Why the neck again?!”

Mark lamented as the shot missed his intended target. Still, he managed to do what he needed to do anyway. Furthermore, the stray slugs from the shot flew off passed through the zombie riddling the other zombies behind with holes.

He didn't actual experience in using guns prior to this event and the things he knew are knowledge that he picked up in the internet and video games. Since that is the case and is not that confident with his arm strength to endure the recoil he aimed at the zombie's chest so as the recoil kicks in and raises the barrel due to the force will still make the shot hit the zombie's head.

But contrary to his thinking, the recoil did not pull the shotgun up too much. Maybe because the gun's recoil is weaker than he expected or his arm can handle the recoil the gun shot created.

The trio who are quite a distance already stopped when they heard the gunshot and looked a Mark in awe. They then saw mark retreat towards them quickly so they also continued running away.

Mark did not dare linger any longer and shot off towards the trio. The zombies already reached the eastern wing of this floor and he can also saw survivors screaming as they climbed the escalators and stairs at the central area from his position.

As the three are pushing heavy carts of food, Mark managed to catch up to them quickly. They then saw the situation at the central area.

People from the lower floors who managed to survive came flocking up to this floor. They are screaming and pushing each other. Some can't help but fall down as they are pushed around. Some of the survivors who whore light colored clothes are particularly eye-catching as they escape clutching their dirty shoe printed bodies in pain.

Still, the numbers were considerably lower compared to the number of people who ran away escaping before when Mark is still at the second floor of the mall.

The people who never left the third floor tried their best at directing the people but only few of the panicked survivors from below paid attention to them while most didn't even try to listen as they scattered trying to find refuge on their own.

The woman who Mark tried to approach earlier started helping the survivors who were carrying their children and pointing towards the TechZone. It is then a fat man who was perspiring and panting heavily knocked down the woman.

”Get out of the way!”

The fat man shouted and ran away leaving a few curses, behind him, a man with burly stature wearing a suit and sunglasses followed.

Seeing how these idiots run around like rats being chased away from their nests, Mark frowned.

”Ahhhh!!! Help me!”

The man who was last to climb the escalator screamed as a zombie managed to catch up to him and drag him down the escalator. His scream did not last long and became muffled as he fell down the escalator struggling to free himself, together with the zombie that caught him and the zombies climbing behind them.

This might be a depressing sight but it can only be called that the person is unfortunate as he met his end before even anyone managed to help him. Though by the looks of it, no one really bothered to as everyone frantically try to escape.

Still, the man's death bought some more time for the people on the floor.

As Mark and the trio reached the central area, several more screams sounded coming from the western wing of the floor.

Everyone stopped as they saw about a dozen people running from that direction and behind them, several fast zombies chasing them.

The survivors who just made it to this floor grimaced seeing that they were surrounded and the ones who were giving their efforts to help don't know what to do either.

At this moment, Mark looked around him. Shaking his head, he proceeded and took the liberty to command the three behind him.

”You two, bring those carts inside, and you…”