The piercing shriek tore through the gray-green fog, and after a dull thud, a black shadow smashed onto a pile of concrete.
Nearby players immediately aimed their guns at the black mass.
However, before he could make out what it was, he heard a loud explosion, and the black mass instantly shattered into fragments, black viscous fluid and charred pieces of flesh splattering everywhere.
The stench smeared on the gas mask.
The player ducked and dodged, cursing loudly.
"Damn!"
"Martyrs!"
Fortunately, they were far enough away to avoid any casualties.
Yet just then, the eerie scream sounded again, and a dozen or more black shadows drew parabolic arcs through the fog, crashing toward the players' position.
Explosions occurred one after another, the gray-green smoke flickering, black liquid, and chunks of flesh splattering.
