Leo lay sprawled on the ground, his body aching from the force of the blow that had sent him crashing into the debris-strewn floor.
The metallic tang of blood filled his mouth, and he spat onto the cracked pavement, watching dark red droplets splatter against the stone.
The snarls and growls of the advancing horde surrounded him, growing louder with every second. The scent of decay and blood hung thick in the air, making it difficult to breathe.
The ground trembled beneath the weight of the countless zombies and mutant creatures closing in on him.
For a brief moment, Leo allowed himself to close his eyes, his mind racing through everything that had led to this moment.
He thought of the people he had saved. The survivors he had welcomed into the base, giving them shelter and protection. He thought of Ryan—the rat he had allowed in. The one who had betrayed him and brought this nightmare to his doorstep.
