"What a disaster..."
These infected seemed to have more strength than humans before being contaminated by the virus, which meant they grew much stronger over time once controlled by the virus.
In the past, Alan could have fought a group as large as these infected without getting tired, but now it seemed that the infected couldn't be compared to average humans.
These creatures were adapting; they knew how to fight against the most specialized humans in combat, as if a larger mind was feeding them combat knowledge.
In this case, Alan thought that maybe the fungus could extract information from its victims. If that's the case, it would explain these things that hadn't happened before.
And regarding that, these things could evolve indefinitely, meaning humans would face much larger problems than the initial stages of this pandemic.
Alan walked towards his backpacks, picked them up, and headed straight to where his motorcycles were. But before attempting to start them, he needed to check his body.
After every battle, Alan carefully checked his body to make sure he hadn't been infected and hadn't noticed. If that were the case, he'd only continue once he was sure he could keep living.
If that wasn't the case, Alan would eat a bullet just like his brother had, and he wouldn't hesitate.
"It seems like I'm fine," Alan said after ensuring that, aside from the physical pain from the infected's charge, he didn't have any open wounds.
However, the jacket he wore was torn in several places, which wasn't a big problem, but it only provided protection against attacks from a small number of infected.
If there were a large number of infected, it would be absolutely impossible to guarantee the safety of his limbs. Through these types of fights, Alan learned how he should better protect himself to avoid being infected.
He knew that no matter how well-trained he was, close combat would be impossible if the infected ambushed him or attacked like before.
But for now, he was only feeding his skills with this information.
When the infected continue evolving, Alan would know how to eliminate them without much trouble. After all, they were still just stupid beasts.
"It seems like there's no one around," Alan sat on the ground, leaning his back against the wall, looking far away, searching for anything he might have missed.
He needed to rest now. The battle hadn't lasted long, but Alan, who hadn't fought with that intensity in a while, needed a moment to process everything.
He had already decided that the next step would be to replenish food supplies and then find more silent weapons.
Originally, Alan wanted to leave the city quickly and head to the mountains on the outskirts. He knew there was a military base stationed there. If they were still standing, repositioning wouldn't be difficult for Alan.
But reality told him he needed to find ammunition; otherwise, he wouldn't have any chance of leaving the city alive.
In this fight, five of these infected were enough to exhaust a magazine and a half of bullets. Although he still had some left, if these fights were frequent, it wouldn't last.
Alan didn't forget the horde of infected that had followed the vehicle earlier, and to deal with that, only tanks and machine guns could stop such large numbers of infected.
Riding his motorcycle seemed to be his only option for now, but he'd prefer to switch to something more sophisticated.
Alan touched his assault rifle, which hadn't been fired yet. He knew that if he used this weapon, it would be because he was out of options. A barrel that powerful would definitely be heard for miles. If he fired, it would have to be a last resort.
That's why he also needed to find more melee weapons, and he'd make the most of his time here to take everything necessary.
"I have to go to the police station, but I should let them know where I'll be..." Alan had committed to helping people, so it would be fair for them to know where he'd be in case they wanted to meet him.