We managed to escape the horde by hiding in crumbling structures, but not without losses. One of the survivors was killed by a Demon Zombie Dog that appeared out of nowhere and took him out instantly. Now, only four of us remained. To make matters worse, we were practically surrounded. Our chances of survival had plummeted from slim to none in just a few hours.
"Damnit! How the fuck are we supposed to get out of this mess?!" one of the survivors shouted, pulling at his hair in sheer desperation.
It was already 7 P.M., with only three hours left until our scheduled rescue. But that seemed almost impossible, given how far we were from safety.
"We're going to die..." another survivor murmured, tears streaming down his face. He was sobbing uncontrollably, having just watched his lover be torn apart right before his eyes.
