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CHAPTER 211: FLARE OF FORTUNE
FLARE OF FORTUNE
With grim determination, you aim the flare gun skyward and pull the trigger. A bright, fiery streak shoots into the sky, bursting above the city with a resounding pop. The flare's brilliant glow attracts the attention of every zombie in the vicinity, their grotesque heads snapping up to follow the arc of light.
The undead, momentarily dazzled, begin to stagger away from the survivor camp, drawn by the spectacle. It's a fleeting window of opportunity, but it's enough. You bellow to the survivors, urging them to make their escape while the horde's attention is elsewhere.
In the chaos, you see them sprinting, some carrying children, others helping the frail and injured. They weave through the narrow opening you've created, desperation fueling their every step.
But as the last of the survivors nears safety, the ground beneath you shudders violently. The metallic groan intensifies, and you realize too late that the Abomination, enraged and unyielding, is ascending the ladder after you. The surface buckles, the rusted metal giving way beneath its immense weight.
You scramble for balance, narrowly avoiding a deadly fall. The Abomination's massive form bursts through the hatch, sending debris flying. Its eyes lock onto yours, a primal fury burning within. The flare has done its job, but now you're face-to-face with a relentless beast, the city streets your only battlefield.
The undead, momentarily dazzled, begin to stagger away from the survivor camp, drawn by the spectacle. It's a fleeting window of opportunity, but it's enough. You bellow to the survivors, urging them to make their escape while the horde's attention is elsewhere.
In the chaos, you see them sprinting, some carrying children, others helping the frail and injured. They weave through the narrow opening you've created, desperation fueling their every step.
But as the last of the survivors nears safety, the ground beneath you shudders violently. The metallic groan intensifies, and you realize too late that the Abomination, enraged and unyielding, is ascending the ladder after you. The surface buckles, the rusted metal giving way beneath its immense weight.
You scramble for balance, narrowly avoiding a deadly fall. The Abomination's massive form bursts through the hatch, sending debris flying. Its eyes lock onto yours, a primal fury burning within. The flare has done its job, but now you're face-to-face with a relentless beast, the city streets your only battlefield.