Story 523: The Abyssal Horde

The suffocating narrow street stretched endlessly, lined with crumbling buildings whose windows were dark and vacant, like hollow eyes. Ahead of them was a tide—a mass of zombies so dense and grotesque it looked as though the city itself had vomited its dead. The team of the Zombie Eradication Tactical Unit (ZETU) stood on the edge of the chaos, their weapons trembling in their hands.

Captain Marcus “Iron Will” Kane surveyed the nightmare in front of him. The moaning of hundreds of undead was a deafening wall of sound, and the foul stench of rot threatened to choke them all. He raised his shotgun, his face set like stone. “This isn’t just a swarm. This is a death trap.”

Officer Derek “Shield” Coleman stood firm, gripping his riot shield like it was the only thing separating him from the abyss. “We can’t fight through this, Cap. It’s suicide.”