The other party was clearly unfriendly, viewing them as prey. Tang Zheng and Dantai exchanged glances and immediately took up defensive positions with their guns. They had no intention of running away; they wanted to test the strength of their opponents. If they couldn't even handle the first wave of monsters, they might as well be dead.
Six monsters were running wild in the middle of the street, blocking out the street lights and casting long menacing shadows. Even though their view was blurry, their grotesque appearances were seared into their minds.
They were dried corpses whose gender was impossible to distinguish. They were grey, rotten and ragged with skin and flesh stuck to their bones, resembling emaciated refugees who died of starvation in Africa. Their bellies were caved in, revealing stark rib cages, and they emanated a nauseating stench.
Dantai, crouching down, opened fire with his M60E4. The bullets drew a dark red line of fire in mid-air and struck the dried corpses.
