and the rhythm of his bounce. Mark, realising he is in a corner, and out of most other options, lunges forward in an attempt to grab and wrestle Steve to the ground. But Steve, his speed and strength enhanced by the infection, side steps and lands an uppercut on Mark’s chin causing his knees to buckle and collapse. He falls to the concrete rooftop, landing on his face. Knocked out cold.
Steve blows a puff of air, turns and walks back towards the sleeping area: Idiot. I’m wired right now, if ten of those freaks can’t get to me than one fat old man isn’t going to have much of a chance is he? I don’t even feel a sense of victory beating this guy.
He kneels back down at the sleeping area and takes stock of what other equipment