"Incoming! Southern side!" a soldier shouts as his post started to feel the pressure from all the incoming zombies. Their numbers were not as much as a horde, but having multiple zombies here and there still felt about the same.
"Support is here! Reload your weapon first. I'll take care of it until you're ready." said another soldier as he placed his hand on his colleague's shoulder.
"Thank - Thank you! I'll take a few quick breaths." the soldier's leg felt powerless as he fell on the ground. Although this was already his fifth or sixth battle against the zombies with numbers multiple times more than them, he still finds it challenging to keep his composure in control.
When one kills too much, he will need to undergo psychological treatment to keep his sanity intact. Even if the target was not human, it was still a target that resembles themselves.