Seok-jin nods, his expression turning steely. "Let's get to it, then."
We fan out, the JH Group's vehicles forming a defensive perimeter around the Supermarket shelter. As the engines roar to life and the sound of gunfire intensifies, I lead a group towards the front lines, where the fighting is fiercest.
The air is thick with smoke and the acrid stench of burning metal. The infected surge towards us, driven by Taesung's twisted commands. I draw my weapon, the weight of it familiar and comforting in my hand. With a deep breath, I push forward, firing into the mass of infected that threatens to overwhelm us.
Seok-jin fights beside me, his movements precise and deadly. The JH Group soldiers move with military precision, their training evident in the way they hold the line against the relentless assault. Despite our efforts, the sheer number of infected is staggering, and for every one we cut down, it seems two more take its place.
