As they neared their fortified base, the faint glow of their rooftop barricades came into view, a beacon of temporary safety in the endless chaos. But the silence didn't last long.
Aurielle's sharp gaze caught movement near the building—a small group of zombies pawing at the reinforced doors, their decayed fingers clawing mindlessly at the metal.
"Looks like we've got guests," she muttered, drawing her pistols with a flourish.
Linsley adjusted his crowbar, his eyes narrowing. "Let's clear them out before more show up."
The duo moved swiftly, their attacks precise and practiced.
Aurielle's pistols barked sharply in the stillness, each shot a clean, deliberate headshot that dropped the undead where they stood.
Linsley's crowbar arced through the air with devastating force, the sound of crushing skulls reverberating through the narrow street.
Within minutes, the area was cleared, and the zombies lay crumpled at their feet.