Apocalypse Rebirth: Under The Mad Dog's Protection
I walked along the catwalk, my boots clicking firmly against the steel grating, and stood before the terrified, tense soldiers lining the edge.
Then, I looked down.
There it was. A sight I was all too familiar with. The true plague of this world. The bloody, writhing end of human civilization. Zombies. Dozens of them were tearing into the gory remains of the Iron Vipers, snapping bone and tearing flesh right against our 24-foot reinforced steel gates.
With these walls, we were safe for now. But safe wasn't going to cut it.
I racked the bolt of my rifle with a sharp CLACK that echoed across the perimeter. "Listen up!"