Hoxton fell flat on his back, covered in bile. But before he could get cleaned off a large swarm of infected ran into the restaurant and began filtering into the pantry, licking, punching, and kicking the walls that are now covered in the same substance Hoxton is.
"Wow. Look at them." Wolf said, "Is this shit like cocaine for them or something?"
"I don't know." said Hoxton, "But I would rather not find out what would happen if they realize I am covered in it."
"Yeah." said Dallas, "Like a Hoxton meatball dipped in vomit sauce. Gross shit."
The Payday Crew decided to skip lunch and instead spend some time letting Hoxton get himself cleaned off. A few hours later they were on the road again, the streets near the bank were crowded with infected staggering about. Most of them standing or sitting very still as if meditating.
"Okay guys." Chains whispered, "No loud noises, no sudden movements. Just keep it slow and steady."
"Yeah. Got it." The rest of the group whispered back.
They snuck very quietly into the bank and began opening up the ATMs and putting the money in some duffel bags they brought with them. Four at a time, the ATMs were emptied until all that was left was the vault. They got into the security room and disabled all of the alarms, then snuck around the metal detectors and made their way down the corridor to the vault.
"Well fellas, here it is." Hoxton whispered, "Let me open it up."
With that Hoxton put in the code and the vault doors slowly opened. Inside they saw the money, but also saw what was in there with the money.
The thing was huge, probably nine feet tall with a gorilla like posture and a pair of massive arms as thick as a tree trunk. Its mouth was open but it looked like it did not have ability to close it, its tongue dangling out as it barreled towards the Payday Crew.
"Holy shit!" Wolf yelled as he gave up all stealth and started shooting at the huge monster, "What the fuck is that thing?"
"I don't know but it looks really pissed off!" Hoxton replied.
The payday crew tired their best to kite around the infected monster the best they could in the small space the vault room provided all the while the infected was hurling safes and other heavy objects that no normal human could ever lift let alone throw.
Wolf got all of the money into bags as Dallas, Hoxton, and Chains distracted the Tank as they decided to call it. Once Wolf got all of the money in the bags he started running and shouted for his teammates to follow. Soon they were out of the bank, the Tank still chasing them and their gun fight causing a lot of infected to also be chasing them due to the noise.
"Don't worry guys, I see the barricades!" Chains shouted as he pointed down the street.
"We're gonna make it!" Wolf yelled.
"Don't get cocky now. We still have a few blocks to go." Hoxton said.
The Payday crew cheered as the SWAT greeted them at the barricades, but the head patrol officer did not seem so happy.
"You lead them here?" The head officer shouted, "Here? Do you know what you just did?"
"Uh yeah." Wolf replied, as he dropped a bag of money on the ground, "We did you a fucking favor. Now you don't have to chip a nail going in there yourselves."
From there the head patrol officer and Wolf started to argue but it was cut off by the Tank roaring as it charged its way towards the barricades, leading a horde of infected behind it. The SWAT opened fire, mowing down most of the infected but the Tank kept going.
"Shields forward! Box it in!" The head patrol officer shouted and swiftly eight riot troops with big metal shields started to converge on the Tank. The Payday Crew ran off, leaving the money behind to the sound of roaring and howling from infected, gunfire from the police, and screams of men dying. Little did they know they would regret leaving the cops for dead. Soon wishing they had helped, for days after the infected broke through the barricades and spilled into the rest of the city there was panic, destruction, death, lots of death. This is where our four other heroes come into this story.