[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]