"Get ready! They're coming!" Lion's voice crackled through the radio after a tense wait, his machine gun spitting fire as the first shots of the battle were fired.
"Come on, you filthy bastards! Taste my bullets!" Tiger's wild voice soon joined in, and shortly after, the sound of gunfire echoed from the distant office, signaling that the fierce battle had begun.
Nathan gripped the P90 submachine gun in his hands. The 5.7mm caliber weapon had a 50-round capacity, making it the highest ammo capacity weapon they had. Tiger held his "wife," the powerful MG3 machine gun with its 200-round belt, but instead of spraying bullets wildly, he fired short bursts, conserving ammo. Python was armed with an MA41, while the shining, heavy Barrett sniper rifle remained strapped to her back.
"If we can hold off this wave, we'll have a few minutes to rest!" Tiger shouted as he fired bursts at the advancing zombies. The narrow corridor quickly became a burial ground for the undead. Because the passage was so tight, only four or five zombies could attack at a time, so the group held their ground, managing to keep the horde at bay even as the zombies pressed forward inch by inch.
"Rest? How can there be rest?" Nathan wondered aloud, confused by Tiger's words.
"Haha, you lost little puppet! I just gave them a nice meal! When the explosion went off, a lot of the forward zombies had already passed through. That means there will be a bit of a break in their numbers!" Tiger explained with a grin.
Python's fingers squeezed the trigger with precision, dropping zombie after zombie with shots to the head. The undead collapsed, their vacant eyes still dreaming of their next meal. She spoke coldly, "Seven or eight paths converge into three. Even if there's a break, it won't last long. And most importantly, if that Mother Zombie isn't leading them, things would be much easier."
"Help! Requesting backup!" A frantic voice suddenly crackled through the radio.
That one sentence shocked everyone. It had only been a few minutes since the battle started—how could they already need backup?
"Hound? What's going on?" Lion roared into the radio, the sound of machine gun fire still audible in the background.
"It's the Mother Zombie! It's here!" Hound's voice trembled with fear.
"What?!"
"F**k!!" Tiger and Lion cursed at almost the exact same time.
"Python! Puppet! You two go help them! Now!" Lion shouted.
"But, boss... what about Tiger?" Nathan asked, glancing nervously at Tiger, who had already switched from burst fire to full-auto, spraying the horde with his MG3.
"Go! He'll hold here on his own! If that side falls, we're all done for! The Mother Zombie is too much for just the two of them!" Lion paused for a moment, then said firmly, "Python! It's up to you to deal with the Mother!"
Python's eyes grew cold as the image of the Mother Zombie flashed through her mind. Without a word, she grabbed her MA41 and headed toward the office, while Lion's voice barked through the radio once more: "Python! Puppet! Get moving! Tiger and I will hold the line here! Whether we survive these next 47 minutes is up to you two!"
Nathan shot a glance at Tiger, who stood firm, his expression resolute. This was the toughest position to defend, and now it was left to Tiger alone. Who could predict the outcome?
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The closer they got to the office, the louder the gunfire became, mixed with the occasional explosion from grenades.
"Damn it! Fall back! They're coming up! There's too many!" Hound shouted as he retreated, spraying bullets wildly. Snow Leopard remained composed, firing one precise shot after another, stepping back slowly.
In the distance, the green-haired Mother Zombie darted through the sea of undead, appearing and disappearing as it advanced several meters at a time.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The battlefield was filled with the sound of gunfire, but Nathan noticed the lack of support from outside their small team. There was no one else.
Hound glanced back and saw Python and Nathan entering the room, firing into the horde. A grenade sailed through the air, exploding in a cloud of blood and flying limbs. Another figure appeared—Silver Fox. He had joined them, which meant the other defense points had been reduced to just one person each.
"Roar!" The growl of the Mother Zombie echoed through the horde as it climbed over the bodies of fallen zombies, rapidly closing in on the mercenaries.
"Damn it! It's too fast! I can't hit it! If it gets close, we're done!" Hound shouted, retreating faster.
Python leaped onto a desk, her fingers brushing the barrel of the Barrett strapped to her back. Her cold eyes narrowed as she lined up her shot through the sniper scope.
"Roar! Roar!" The guttural growls grew louder as zombies were flung through the air, hurled like missiles toward the mercenaries guarding the staircase.
If they breached the stairwell, it wouldn't take long for the entire office to be overwhelmed by the undead.
Thud! Thud!
One by one, the zombies landed on the ground, only to stand again moments later, swaying as they advanced toward the mercenaries.
Silver Fox gasped. These zombies were being tossed forward to quickly close the distance, and they didn't stay down long after hitting the ground.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
A few quick shots put down the half-risen zombies, but more kept coming, one after another.
Boom! The deep sound of the Barrett sniper rifle echoed through the room.
Python's eyes flickered with frustration as she expertly chambered another round. Two seconds later, she fired again. Boom!
Still, it was no use.
The cold-blooded killer, known for taking out targets from miles away with a perfect track record, was meeting her match in a zombie. But not just any zombie—this one was fast, intelligent, and had an uncanny ability to anticipate her shots.
"Oh, shit!" Snow Leopard cursed as he aimed at a zombie flying toward him. His bullet tore through it, turning the creature into a bloody mess, but its corpse landed on top of him, pinning him to the ground.
With quick reflexes, Snow Leopard shoved the corpse off him, only to see another zombie hurtling toward him.
"We can't hold them! There's too many!" Silver Fox cursed as he grabbed the radio, shouting into it, "Boss! Tiger! We need to fall back! We're about to be overrun! Fall back to the rooftop!"
"What? Fall back?" Hound's keen ears picked up the transmission, and in seconds, he was retreating faster than ever, leaving Snow Leopard behind in a matter of moments.
"Fall back!" Silver Fox shouted as he threw his last two grenades into the advancing horde.
As the team retreated, a single tall figure stood alone atop the office desk. Python's finger squeezed the trigger one more time.
Boom! The heavy sound of the Barrett rang out again, followed by a pained roar.
"Roar! Roar! Roar!" The agonized scream echoed through the room, a sound everyone knew too well—it was the Mother Zombie.
"Did she hit it?"
"Oh, shit! Python, I worship you!" Hound shouted in admiration.
Python's icy blue eyes narrowed slightly, and for the first time, a faint smile tugged at the corner of her lips.
But then her expression changed. Her eyes widened in shock.
In the distance, the Mother Zombie stood bleeding, its eyes burning with rage and hatred. The wound only seemed to make it more furious, and its murderous gaze locked onto her.
At that moment, a regular zombie flew through the air, hurtling straight toward Python.
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僵尸觉醒：从行尸走肉到传奇
Ciencia FicciónNathan Yang, a master of firearms, close combat, and knife techniques, found himself thrust into the apocalypse. In one fateful battle, he was transformed into a zombie. In the post-apocalyptic world, Nathan fought relentlessly for survival. Time an...
