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You fire until your gun goes empty then reload. Emma runs by your side and hands off more ammunition before joining in the defense of the Cathedral, her gun sending final death to an infected human below.

The zombies crest over the hill, now mere yards from the Cathedral steps. Their faces are a horrid form of human expression, half rage, half hunger. Bullets collide with their gray and yellow bodies, splitting off hunks of flesh, spilling blood on the grass, and piercing bone. A fog of smoke from the gunfire hangs in the air. The last rays of the moon cut across the land. Only the howling of the zombies can be heard.

"Keep shooting! We have to kill as many as we can!" you yell to your fellow survivors.

Below you is a terrible display of unnatural violence, as zombies die to the weapon-fire, their bodies torn to pieces, decimated at the foot of the Cathedral.