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You move in close to Bailey, matching her speed and getting close enough to attack. While everyone is distracted by the battle, you raise your cavalry sword and slash the back of her head. She drops to the ground behind a tree, body twitching. Some inaudible sounds escape her mouth, and you slash again to finish the job.

The infected pour from the highway, past the caravan, and up the hill, and you finally see an end to their numbers. These aren't just campers and road workers—there are police and aid workers, farmers and ranchers, teachers and lawyers, citizens of the outbreak of all shapes and sizes and colors and former creeds; fathers, mothers, sons, and daughters, and every shade of good and evil that made up the world just days ago. These are your fellow citizens, who were working, going to school, progressing in another way of life. Those thoughts and struggles and drives are no more, replaced by a single ultimate, inescapable one—hunger.

You look around the hill at your fellow survivors. The defenders have risen to the midpoint of the hill and form a new line from which to hold back the advancing horde. Nathan has cleared a path to the top, making it easier for all to climb. Benji is moving back down the hill to help the others still defending against the horde.

A rush of zombies branch off from the horde and stagger up a ridge on the western face of the hill, flanking the small group of defenders. From the front, a new wave of infected scramble through the thin forest, targeting each survivor.

You need to figure out what to do next. If you fight with the defenders, will you be able to kill the horde? What of the pack rushing the defenders from their blindside? Diverting some survivors will stop the surprise attack, but it also might weaken the main defense. Can you defeat the pack yourself instead?

With Gina at a distance, you take a moment to aim and then fire. One is all it takes, right to the back of her skull. When she falls, she tumbles down the hill a few yards into a waiting and greedy pack of infected.

As you turn your own attention back to the battle, you take a quick look around your group for any signs that your deed was noticed. No one stares at you nor gives any indication they suspect your hand in Gina's death.

Long, desperate minutes have passed for the group of survivors on a hill over a highway somewhere on the outskirts of Nightfall, Colorado. More dead than undead climb the hillside, like soldiers climbing over a death pile on the battlefield. Only a few remain to kill, and the threat is all but over, except for the threat of disease among the hundreds of dead on the hill, the highway, and the field.

Parker and Kelly reach the top with Nathan, and the three create a human chain up the steepest part of the hill to help the other survivors clear the summit.

With a sudden surge, the infected charge the defending survivors, and you watch as the two opposing sides collide from your spot near the summit. Woody stands at the front of your group, and a pack of living dead attack him first. They drag him down to the ground, and you hear his screams from the bottom, how he calls out Jaime's name until the creatures strike too deeply.

You raise your cavalry sword at Woody's feeders but slowly lower it. There's no saving Woody now, and you don't want to waste time trying.

Another scream rises through the forest, and Jaime runs towards his cousin and the group of feeding zombies. He makes it a few yards before a pair of zombies block his path. He drives a sharpened stick through one's head and throws a shoulder into the other, launching him through the air and down the hill. The blow knocks Jaime to the ground as Woody's cries stop and the infected have calmed in the glory of their feeding. Jaime's hands reach through the air like he could touch his cousin under the pile of gnawing teeth.

The rest of the survivors abandon the low point of the hill and take to higher ground. You turn and swing at the closest infected, who wears a uniform from Chipper Ridge Country Club. He falls to the dirt floor, out of view.

The rest of the survivors look haggard and sullen, watching the deaths of their groupmates and having no time to react, to grieve.

"You're next, buddy," Nathan says and offers his hand to Benji, the next survivor in line.

"I got this, man," the doctor says, waving the hand away, and jumps up the short cliff face. His foot doesn't reach high enough, and he falls flat to the dirt.

"NO!" Nathan dives to catch his hand, but Benji is already gone, sliding as fast as a rocket down the slope and into the horde. His body disappears under a gang of infected, and no one even hears his screams