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A guttural groan, like a rusty hinge screaming in protest, shattered the tense silence.
Sarah's breath hitched as a hulking figure, its flesh mottled and decaying, smashed through the boarded-up window, splinters flying like a hail of angry wood.
Its vacant eyes, clouded with a primal hunger, locked onto her.
Sarah, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs, gripped her gun with a hand that trembled despite her best efforts.
She squeezed the trigger, the deafening roar of the gunshot echoing through the cabin.
The zombie, its head exploding in a gruesome spray of blood and bone, crumpled to the floor with a sickening thud.
But the victory was short-lived.
The gunshot, a siren call to the undead, had unleashed a torrent of hungry shadows from the surrounding woods.
A wave of groaning, stumbling figures, their flesh rotting and their eyes burning with a desperate hunger, surged towards the cabin, drawn by the promise of fresh flesh.
Sarah, her face pale with fear, knew their sanctuary was no more.
The storm outside was nothing compared to the storm that was now brewing at their doorstep.
The fight for survival, once a desperate struggle against the elements, had just taken a terrifying turn.
The only thing that stood between her and the hungry horde was a thin wall of wood and a dwindling supply of bullets.
The battle for their lives had just begun.
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The zombies, their hunger overriding any sense of caution, surged forward.
They clawed at the boarded-up windows, their rotting flesh tearing at the wood.
The air grew thick with the stench of decay and the guttural moans of the undead.
They couldn't wait any longer; the primal urge for human flesh was too strong to resist.
With a collective groan, they used their decaying bodies as battering rams, pushing against the flimsy barrier.
The wood splintered, cracking under the relentless assault, and finally, with a sickening crunch, gave way.
The horde poured into the cabin, a wave of rotting flesh and hungry eyes.
John, his heart pounding in his chest, scrambled back, realizing that his bulky frame and the heavy chest he'd been guarding were useless against the relentless onslaught.
He stumbled over a fallen chair, his back pressed against the wall, as the zombies swarmed around him, their decaying hands reaching out, their moans growing louder with every step closer.
Just as the zombies were about to close in, a flash of steel cut through the chaos.
An axe, wielded with brutal efficiency, cleaved through the head of a zombie in the middle of the horde.
Its lifeless eyes stared blankly at the ceiling as its body slumped to the floor, a fountain of dark blood staining the wooden floor.
Instantly, a flurry of spears, thrown with deadly accuracy, found their mark.
They pierced the flesh of the zombies surrounding the fallen one, pinning them to the wall.
The horde, momentarily stunned by the sudden onslaught, hesitated, their groans turning into confused whimpers.
A glimmer of hope, a flicker of defiance, sparked in John's eyes.
The battle, though far from over, had taken an unexpected turn.
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Outside the cabin, the sounds of carnage were a terrifying symphony.
A cacophony of groans, snarls, and the sickening thuds of bodies hitting the ground filled the air, a testament to the brutal battle raging within the woods.
"Sarah! Go hide yourself in the closet!"
John yelled at his wife, his voice a frantic rasp.
Sarah, quickly reacted and reached for the closet's door.
Sarah stepped inside and hastily hidden herself inside the closet in the cramped space, she could hear the desperate screams of the infected and raised her trembling hands in her ears as she desperately tried not to hear the infected's noise.
their cries echoing through the trees like the wails of tortured souls.
The sounds were punctuated by the heavy thud of axes and the sharp, metallic clang of spears finding their mark.
Amidst the chaos, they could also hear the grunts and gasps of human voices, a testament to the courage of those fighting back.
The sounds were muffled by the thick walls of the cabin, but they were unmistakable, a beacon of hope in the darkness.
John held his riffle tightly until his knuckles have turned white, his hearts pounding in unison, listening to the ebb and flow of the battle.
Would the defenders hold? Or would the relentless horde eventually overwhelm them? The fate of those fighting outside, and their own survival, hung precariously in the balance.
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⚔️☠️ Whispers In The Grave ☠️⚔️
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