Grabbing a nearby metal pipe, he swung it with precision, taking down the zombie next to him.
He didn't care that blood splattered across his handsome face; he exuded an aura of ruthlessness and wild intensity, fully immersed in the chaos of battle.
Duke's team shivered as a wave of goosebumps ran across their bodies, feeling the sheer menace of his aura as he cut through the horde.
They could only follow closely behind, awe-struck by his relentless power, while the snipers from the watchtower cleared the path ahead, ensuring they wouldn't be overwhelmed by the swarming zombies.
With Duke leading the charge at the forefront, the team swiftly carved their way through the zombie horde.
They moved with relentless momentum, fighting and running without pause.
