The bionic human guards, all of them enhanced to level 2, were efficiently dispatching the wave of level one zombies that surged against their defenses. Despite the zombies' overwhelming numbers, the guards' superior strength and advanced weaponry gave them a clear edge.
As they fired round after round into the oncoming horde, one of the guards shouted over the commotion, "Does anyone have any idea why these things are suddenly so aggressive?"
His partner, reloading her weapon, replied without looking up, "No clue, but keep your guard up. There's more of them than us."
The guards moved with a well-practiced rhythm, their bionic enhancements syncing perfectly with their tactical movements. Their expressions were focused, determined, and their bodies were tensed for combat—a picture of human machinery at its finest.
Then, a different, guttural roar cut through the noise—a level 2 zombie was making its way to the front lines.
