The undead's movements in confined spaces were not very agile, but their linear speed was quite astonishing.
Their numbers far outstripped the patrolling squad, and the oppressive force when they charged one after another was overwhelming. Moreover, their decaying claws carried lethal pathogens, and a single scratch could send you back for months of rest and treatment. The veteran holding a gun instinctively retreated,
moving the battlefield to the more spacious streets outside.
Fortunately, it was nighttime, and the curfew order on workdays also meant that the rainy streets were devoid of any human presence.
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
The sound of gunshots carried far in the quiet evening only disturbed by the pitter-patter of rain. Residents hidden in their homes were startled awake, their eyes glazed over, murmuring to themselves, "They're purging the dissenters again..."
Every day it's like this... every day it's like this...
