The moon hung low, casting eerie shadows across the deserted streets, with the haunting echo of gunshots and the unearthly screams of the undead piercing the night.
In the heart of their group, the little girl clutched Daniel's hand, her eyes wide with fear, finding solace in his grip.
"Stay close," Daniel whispered to her, his voice firm yet reassuring amidst the chaos. "We'll find your parents."
The little girl nodded, her tiny fingers gripping Daniel's hand tighter as they advanced towards the looming entrance of the building.
Daniel signaled for Victor to take the lead. With a determined nod, Victor stepped forward, his flamethrower ablaze, clearing a path through the swarm of zombies.
"Go!" Daniel's command pierced through the turmoil as they hurried past the burning bodies.