On the other side of the battlefield, Griff stood frozen in place, his mind blank as Ethan's voice echoed through the comms. The low growls of zombies and the wet, sickening sounds of flesh being torn apart filled the air around him.
It was undeniable. His three teammates had been devoured by the horde.
The weight of his failure hit him like a freight train. His poor decisions had led to the deaths of his entire team. A crushing guilt settled deep in his chest, suffocating him.
"Move! We need to retreat!" the Brutal Iguana Zombie King barked, snapping Griff out of his daze. The plan had failed, and if they didn't leave now, they'd be sitting ducks when Ethan showed up.
"Hey! What are you standing there for?" the Iguana King shouted again, his voice tinged with urgency.
