With each second or two, I'd catch a short break by seeing a head peek at an off-angle but I'd quickly make it hit the floor before it can do whatever it was trying to accomplish. Just with the number of deadheads on the other side of the door, I assumed not all of them were being manipulated one way or another but the fewer deadheads we'd face the better.
'Let's see who runs out of patience—'
"Hey! What are you doing all the way here?"
"I thought we're supposed to keep a fair distance!"
I still had my rifle at the ready but I almost jumped out of my skin when Kaley and Jose came up from behind. Funnily enough, it also gave them a fright but I quickly shook my head before I looked through the same spot that has gone quiet for several seconds.
Kaley slowly nudged me, "I called Tatiana, Isaac is bringing over one of our drones and he can actually fly one. Wanna send one in first before trying anything else?"
Jose added, "We gotta do something different, if worse comes to worst, either those barricades fall or they're all just regrouping silently to surprise where the actual barricade is that shabby door. I know that you can outshoot anyone but we need more barrels facing that door if we're gonna try and make a stand here."
I nodded pensively, "That makes a lot of sense, we actually have the "high ground" but we shouldn't be aggressive even if we could afford it. I was this close to kicking that door open and going crazy."
Kaley shook her head, "Don't worry too much about the other entrances though, last I've heard... They were welding thick sheets of metal to the entrances, even the sounds coming from behind were getting dull. I doubt the infected could figure that their efforts will be for nothing but we just have to be patient.
Dave's also making several people encircle this place so we could wait it out and figure the next steps..."
Hearing that, a little bit of tension had left my shoulders so I made Kaley and Jose walk back a few paces with me as we slowly rejoined Quinn and the others.
It didn't take long before Isaac came running down while shakily holding my drone in his hands so I took it from him and decided to fly it myself. Kaley and Jose had once again pointed their rifles at the gaps provided for them but Isaac still looked like a wet shaking puppy that fell on a vat of water on a cold winter night.
'Well, it has 'that' in it...'
So I gave him the family special.
"Turn around."
"H-Huh?"
"Turn around," I repeated myself as I widened my eyes.
Kaley exclaimed, "MAGS!"
I was slightly confused because we're using different caliber rifles, "We don't—"
She suddenly reached in and pulled out one of my extra mags for our Maxim 9s, "I'm talking about this one, you doofus!"
Looking at Kaley's chest rig, she had already gone through three magazines for her rifle chambered in .308s but she switched to her secondary to kinda "save up" the bigger bullets for the bigger surprises. At this range, a 9mm was enough and even a .22 LR could do wonders in bullet economy.
Knowing that, I sent Isaac back to the surface to fetch more magazines from our vehicle—including a couple for Jose's M16 and my custom BCM rifle. Like Quinn and Dave, Isaac had no way of helping us three with our current task but the other two were busy relaying orders while keeping close in case of emergencies.
Dave had his punk'd 870 at the ready while Quinn had her Deagle tightly tucked behind her belt, and a 1-ounce slug and a .50 AE bullet were fucking devastating on close range. Sure, they weren't helping us at the current moment but I'll make sure that Quinn will reimburse me for the bullets we used because as stated by one of her crew members, they weren't that good at shooting over long distances.
That means that their rifle rounds were probably collecting dust and I had free reign over them.
But after a short while, the zerg rush of sorts eventually slowed down, and listening to the reports from Quinn and Dave's radios, the thumping behind the barricades had also lessened.
That could only mean that we have probably taken down another third of the deadheads that managed to get out of their "sure-fire" way to keep them in place because if we take into account the ones that were still on the generators—due to the cranking sounds still present—it'd probably check out.
However, I still would advise against going inside and finishing the current mishap because I still had one more drone to scout the inside, but this time, on a much slower approach.
With that said, Isaac eventually arrived with one of our bags that had an assortment of magazines with loose ammo—including the last drone we brought for our trip.
It's just that he was shaking even more than the last time he came down, and he was keeping safe distance when I was trying to give him another family special.
"What's wrong?"
"You— You didn't tell me that there was an explosive charge in there!"
"You didn't know?"
"YOU— I DIDN'T KNOW!"
"Huh."