Her vigilant eyes scanned the surroundings, ensuring no zombie escaped her deadly gaze.
Behind the wheel, Anna transformed the military vehicle into a weapon of mass destruction. Navigating with skillful precision, she plowed through the undead, each impact punctuated by the sickening thud of bodies hitting the ground. The vehicle's path became a corridor of destruction, creating a safe passage for the team.
Armed with a baseball bat, Hobe fought with a visceral determination. Each swing was an assertion of his worth, a defiance against the perceived burden he carried. Amidst the chaos, he weaved through the undead, delivering blows that resonated with a personal determination to prove his mettle in the heat of combat.
As the team efficiently cleared the entrance of zombies, notifications flooded into Hobe's account.
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"Huh? What's this?" Hobe muttered, his brows furrowing in confusion.