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As the few zombies who lead the pack spot the living, they charge over the dark road, riling those behind from their wandering daze. Their screeching cries reach your team and wash them over with doubt and dread.

"Spread out and wait until they're in range!" you shout. "Fire when ready. Those without guns need to kill any that get too close."

You survey your teammates as they prepare for battle.

Woody balances his rifle in both hands, which shake as he aims at the lead zombie.

The zombies let out a tremendous, primal howl as they advance to fifty yards and spot your team. The unified growl calls from the pack, and they break into an agitated run.

"Here they come," Jaime hollers as he racks the bolt on his FN90 submachine gun, while Madison raises a rifle.

A broad, yellow smile creeps across Nora's face. "I haven't seen this many dirty, brain-dead zombies since Woodstock." She holds out her handgun and pulls back the hammer. "Let's have some fun."

Reilly stands just behind her, his body tense and face twitching with anxious anticipation.

As the infected approach, you choose a weapon…