The first shotgun blast echoed through the empty streets,
and the lead ghoul crumpled to the ground in a heap. George pumped the shotgun,
ready for the next one, his heart pounding in his chest as the remaining ghouls
charged forward. There were at least six of them, their twisted forms moving
unnaturally fast as they closed the distance.
"Raven, left side!" George called out, swinging
his shotgun toward another approaching ghoul.
Raven moved with precision, her katana slicing through the
air in a blur of motion. With one swift strike, she severed the head of the
nearest ghoul, its body collapsing to the ground before it could reach her. She
didn't pause, already turning to face the next target.
Lucy was beside George, her rifle up and firing in quick
bursts. Each shot found its mark, but the ghouls were relentless, shrugging off
minor wounds as they pressed the attack.
