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CHAPTER 221: THE ABOMINATION'S WRATH
THE ABOMINATION'S WRATH
Heart pounding, you abandon your vantage point, determination overriding fear. You scramble down the fire escape, the metal clanging beneath your boots. As you hit the ground, chaos unfolds around you. The survivors, a ragtag group of mismatched fighters, are barely holding the line. The undead press in from all sides, hungry and relentless.
A bandit lunges at you, a wicked grin on his face. With a swift motion, you sidestep and deliver a sharp elbow to his temple, sending him sprawling. Your focus shifts to the real threat—the Abomination. The monstrous figure barrels forward, swatting zombies aside like playthings, its eyes fixed on you.
Grabbing a discarded pipe from the ground, you rally the remaining survivors. "We hold here!" you shout, your voice carrying over the din. The survivors form a loose circle, weapons ready, eyes filled with grim determination. The Abomination charges, each footfall a bone-rattling tremor.
Together, you strike. The air is filled with the sickening crunch of metal against flesh, the Abomination bellowing in rage. It's a desperate gamble, but with every hit, you buy precious seconds. The makeshift barricade of fallen debris and abandoned vehicles offers some protection, but it won't last long.
Suddenly, the barricade splinters under the Abomination's assault. A chilling roar erupts, and the creature surges forward, smashing through your defenses. The survivors scatter, and you're left facing the beast, weapon in hand, heart racing with the knowledge that this might be your last stand.
A bandit lunges at you, a wicked grin on his face. With a swift motion, you sidestep and deliver a sharp elbow to his temple, sending him sprawling. Your focus shifts to the real threat—the Abomination. The monstrous figure barrels forward, swatting zombies aside like playthings, its eyes fixed on you.
Grabbing a discarded pipe from the ground, you rally the remaining survivors. "We hold here!" you shout, your voice carrying over the din. The survivors form a loose circle, weapons ready, eyes filled with grim determination. The Abomination charges, each footfall a bone-rattling tremor.
Together, you strike. The air is filled with the sickening crunch of metal against flesh, the Abomination bellowing in rage. It's a desperate gamble, but with every hit, you buy precious seconds. The makeshift barricade of fallen debris and abandoned vehicles offers some protection, but it won't last long.
Suddenly, the barricade splinters under the Abomination's assault. A chilling roar erupts, and the creature surges forward, smashing through your defenses. The survivors scatter, and you're left facing the beast, weapon in hand, heart racing with the knowledge that this might be your last stand.