β Scribed by Cronshaw, Jon
No coin nor oath required. For personal study only.
Strip lights flickered against the tunnel walls ahead, the dull glow offering a brief respite against the crushing darkness. Lining up my scope, I scanned for movement, for the dead, for the enemy.
A shadow moved.
I pulled the trigger.
The zombie's head tore from its body, hurling a shower of blood and viscera against the wall.
I reloaded. This wasn't about zombies. This was about getting our victory back from IDDQD.
I pulled up my HUD, checking the map for signs of the others, no more than white dots on green. "Socko, what can you see?"
"No signs yet, bro. I'm going after their melee guy." Socko spoke in a thick New York accent, his voice distorted by a low-grade headset.
"Let me know when you get a visual and I'll take him out."
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