‼️ PAUSED ‼️ ❝ 𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐀 𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐂𝐘 ❞ ~ [ᵂᵉˡᶜᵒᵐᵉ ᴴᵒᵐᵉ/ᴿᶠ ᵂᵃˡˡʸ ˣ ᴼᶜ]

[𝟐𝟏.] 𝐓𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐭

  

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Guards fought valiantly against the relentless horde of test subjects. 
They fired their weapons with grim determination, the thundering gunshots ringing through the chaos. 
The air was thick with the acrid scent of gunpowder, sweat, and fear.
  
  
One of the zombified test subjects lunged at a guard, its twisted form overpowering him. 
The guard shouted and struggled as the test subject's decayed teeth threatened to find purchase in his flesh. 
  
  
But then, a well-placed shot to the head from Vincent sent the rotting creature tumbling to the ground. 
The fallen guard was quickly assisted to his feet, the dark splotches of the creature's vile blood staining his uniform.
  
  
  
Walden, on the other hand, fought to protect the scientists behind him. 
He fired his weapon with precision, each shot aiming for the ghastly horde of test subjects inching closer. 
The situation was dire, the relentless assault seemingly unending.
  
  
As Walden took down one test subject after another, a particularly aggressive one managed to close the distance and tackle him. 
The zombified creature latched onto his prosthetic arm, its decayed teeth gnawing hungrily at the metal and plastic. 
  
  
Walden grunted in pain, his jaw clenched as he swung his revolver, delivering punishing blows to the creature's rotting head. 
Dark, viscous blood sprayed across his face and clothes as he finally forced the creature to release its grip, its lifeless form crumpling to the floor.
  
  
  
Wiping his arm, Walden couldn't help but grumble under his breath, frustrated at the seemingly endless onslaught of zombified test subjects. 
  
"This is endless..." He muttered, his words dripping with exhaustion and dismay.
  
  
  

As the firefight raged on and the building continued to crumble around them, Vincent and Walden were each engrossed in their respective battles. 
The combined chaos of the alarms, crumbling structure, and the relentless onslaught of zombified test subjects created an atmosphere of panic and dread.
  
  
Vincent fought his way through the chaos, attempting to reach a secure location where he could regroup and find Walden.
  
  
He couldn't shake the memory of the woman who had been overwhelmed by the zombified test subjects back in the testing ground. 
Her horrifying fate served as a haunting reminder of the dire situation they all faced. 
  
  
Walden, on the other hand, continued to shield the scientists who sought refuge behind him. 
His prosthetic arm, smeared with dark, corrupted blood, had become a symbol of the relentless battle they fought. 
He exchanged glances with the terrified scientists, providing them with what reassurance he could muster, his crimson eyes reflecting both determination and fear.