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7/21/2016 4:50:12 AM
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[b][i]The corps's skull is crushed by your boots, releasing a host of writhing worms that squeal like their cousins that are currently inside you.
Your thoughts are interrupted by a small horse of undead, drawn to the noise and commotion.
7 of them hobble towards you at a moderate pace - the stench is nearly unbearable.[/i][/b]
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*coughs* *coughs* [b]He walks backwards, firing at the things chasing him.[/b]
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[i][b]Most of them are cut down by the shots, but continue to crawl towards you on the ground. 2 of them are left standing as your clip runs dry. You hear a crackle over the radio as about a dozen more undead come around the corner. A loud siren kicks on as an automated turret rotates out from a nearby wall, briefly spooling with a high pitched whine before unleashing a barrage of mass reactive bolts into the horde - blasting them into bloody hunks of meat, writhing with worms and drooling gore. There is nothing recognizable left of the undead, just a crater filled hallway with smoking entrails strewn about for dozens of meters. "Your radio is broken..." Comes a voice from the loud speaker nearby.[/b][/i]
