Rescue

Through the chaos and overwhelming darkness of the night, Rose carefully peered through the scope of her sniper rifle, her keen perception allowing her to discern familiar details in the distant darkness. Her heart raced as she confirmed the identity of the figure below.

"That's Alan! He's here!" Rose exclaimed, her voice a mixture of relief and excitement.

Surrounded by the relentless tide of thousands of undead that had almost overrun the watchtower, Rose's smile radiated hope and determination. Alan had not only arrived unscathed but also wielding a sword in one hand and a shotgun in the other. His lost limb had miraculously recovered, and he had brought with him a formidable group of warriors, each adorned with distinctive blue tattoos.