"Hold back these monsters!"
The Level 3 New Human officer gritted his teeth as he and his fellow soldiers resolutely rebuilt their human shield. However, as the number of rampaging spectral zombies multiplied, they found that their bullets could hardly keep pace with the growing horde.
The tragic scene was heartrending. The onlookers yearned to offer help, but soon realized that they were completely powerless in this situation.
The cruel irony was insufferable - their sympathy made them feel guilty about their inaction, yet they understood that to participate would surely mean a swift death.
Round after round of bullets, glowing with an orange light, whirled through the mob of spectral zombies, piercing flesh and causing explosions of a dark green ichor.
