Story 542: The Moonlit Gauntlet

The industrial zone was a battlefield of flickering shadows and glowing eyes. The Titan's guttural roar reverberated through the air, drowning out the sound of the smaller zombies that advanced alongside it. Its towering form loomed against the moonlight, a grotesque silhouette of decayed muscle and jagged bone.

“Hold your ground!” Marcus barked, stepping in front of his team. His shotgun gleamed under the moonlight, its barrel already aimed at the Titan’s chest.

The beast charged, each step shaking the ground like thunder. Smaller zombies flanked it, their glowing eyes locked on ZETU.

“Quick Shot, take high ground! We’ll cover you!” Marcus ordered.

Riley scrambled up a pile of broken crates, her sniper rifle already lining up a shot. “On it, Captain. Keep that thing still for a second!”