"Phalanx formation," Miller hissed over the low moan of the wind.
They weren't just surviving the Kentucky winter; they were reclaiming the streets, one methodical strike at a time.
The first wave hit like a tide. Rotting hands clawed at the polycarbonate surface of the shields, the screech of fingernails on plastic agonizingly loud. Miller braced his shoulder, feeling the staggering weight of the undead press against him. "Push!" he barked.
The line surged forward. To his left, a recruit in a bulky swung a lead pipe, shattering a skull that had pressed too close to the gap. They moved as a single unit, a wall of black Kevlar and grit carving a path through the throng. Every inch was bought with sweat and the mechanical efficiency of the pack.
The dead were coming. They drifted out of the morning fog, a sea of gray skin and torn flannel. Miller raised his , tapping it rhythmically against the heavy riot shield . The sound was a dinner bell, and the horde answered with a collective, guttural roar.
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"Phalanx formation," Miller hissed over the low moan of the wind.
They weren't just surviving the Kentucky winter; they were reclaiming the streets, one methodical strike at a time. Swat & Riot Pack (IWBMS 41.50) (04.02.2021)
The first wave hit like a tide. Rotting hands clawed at the polycarbonate surface of the shields, the screech of fingernails on plastic agonizingly loud. Miller braced his shoulder, feeling the staggering weight of the undead press against him. "Push!" he barked. "Phalanx formation," Miller hissed over the low moan
The line surged forward. To his left, a recruit in a bulky swung a lead pipe, shattering a skull that had pressed too close to the gap. They moved as a single unit, a wall of black Kevlar and grit carving a path through the throng. Every inch was bought with sweat and the mechanical efficiency of the pack. Rotting hands clawed at the polycarbonate surface of
The dead were coming. They drifted out of the morning fog, a sea of gray skin and torn flannel. Miller raised his , tapping it rhythmically against the heavy riot shield . The sound was a dinner bell, and the horde answered with a collective, guttural roar.
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