Night shrouded Pinecone Farm. The cacophony of gunfire burst like firecrackers. The moonlight spilling across the ground showed not a trace of brightness; everywhere it illuminated was littered with gruesome chunks of flesh and blood.
A tide of walking corpses surged toward the Alliance soldiers stationed inside the manor house.
Amid streaking tracers, they fell like wheat caught in a harvester, then came wave after wave like surf crashing against the shore, quickly filling every gap left by those before them.
The firepower of barely twenty people was nowhere near enough to hold back these fearless monsters.
Those zombie-like believers soon broke through the fire net, smashing in through the doors and windows of the villa and biting anyone they saw like lunatics.
Worse still, some of the ones in military uniforms could shoot guns and throw grenades.
That was the deadliest part!
"Fuck! Are these guys cheating or something?" Good Dog's face went pale after he shot down a living dead man spraying bullets from a rifle.
He had played plenty of zombie FPS games, but this was the first time he had heard of zombies being able to shoot.
"We can't hold the first floor... Old White! How much longer do you need?" Fang Chang shouted over the comms channel as he changed magazines and backed toward the stairs.
Nothing but static answered him through the channel.
After the Seagull drone crashed, the enemy stopped bothering to hide and directly launched electronic warfare, cutting off their communications first.
Yet Fang Chang felt that it was not quite so simple.
Amid the electrical noise, he faintly heard something else... It did not sound like mere interference. It seemed to contain some other kind of unconscious disturbance.
In any case, the first floor had already fallen.
The Alliance players had