The ground trembled slightly, as if something was crawling beneath the earth's surface. The crackling sound of breaking soil broke the silence, and in the next split second...
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Gunshots rang out from the front lines of —redacted—. They opened fire without warning, bullets raining down like a storm, piercing the heads of those monsters with deadly precision.
The school stood on the edge of the city, surrounded by tall iron fences that once separated children from the outside world. But now, nothing stood between this world and hell anymore.The sky was heavy gray, like toxic smoke.The earth shook.The sound of bullets slicing through the air.Gunfire echoed like a god writing something with the ink of death.
Their corpses—those who crawled out from the pits—piled up like mountains.Torn flesh.Blood flooding the ground.The stench of rot mixed with steel.Every breath felt like inhaling death itself.
Time passed.Bullets ran out before they did.Screams rose from the rear lines—Not demons' screams,But humans'.Mercenaries, who once boasted about their skills,Had never faced this hell before.Some fled amid the gunfire,Some prayed out loud,Some shot themselves to escape the nightmare.
"They won't stop... They just won't stop..."The trembling voice of a man who had laughed before, calling this an "easy job."
Pro heroes—once fighters for justice—Now stationed at the rear.They weren't cowards,But their hearts were never built to face what lies beyond the ordinary.They never killed to survive,Never shot what had no voice,Never fought flesh that walked without a soul.The justice they believed inVanished the moment their eyes met the hordes of demons.
"Don't get in the way,"A voice from a man clad in heavy armor of —redacted— said,No emotion, no tone—Only truth.He raised his machine gun and sprayed bullets into the masses of rotting flesh flowing like a toxic river.
One hero raised his hand to block,But instinct made him hesitate.His heart screamed louder than reason,"If we block— we'll all die."
Flames began to engulf the school building.The smell of smoke mixed with blood.Orange flames shot out from the windows.Some children were trapped under the rubble.Their cries echoed,But no one went in.No one dared.Not because they feared death,But because they didn't know if inside—It was still a school,Or had become part of some monstrous flesh.
In this hell,There was no "safe zone."No line between good and evil.Only the sound of footsteps of something heartless,The breathing of the undead flesh,Bullets repeatedly firing into the same corpse to make sure,And soft laughter—From something in the shadows,Still waiting for its time
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