Zombie City Operation

Zombie City Operation ,3D Zombies Shooting

Zombie City Operation ,3D Zombies Shooting

David’s eyes flicked open as the first screams began and he sprang to his feet, sword in hand and quickly span, scanning the dark interior of the small hut he had spent the night in but he was alone. They hadn’t discovered him … yet, but he knew it was only a matter of time judging by the proximity of the anguished screams around him.

He had to leave now, before the village was completely overrun. There would be no escape for him then and the unthinkable would happen. He’d be torn asunder, just as so many of his friends and comrades had been on that terrible night 2 weeks previously, when the dead had begun to walk and … feast upon the living.

Bracing himself for the horror that was sure to be waiting outside, he took a deep breath before pulling the flimsy wooden door open, just a crack, enough to see the immediate proximity in front of the hut. In the darkness, broken only by sporadic torches here and there, he made out the shambling forms of the dead as they steadily filed into the small village from the tree line he had come from just the day before.

They had followed him.

He had brought death to this village. He cursed whatever foul magic had unleashed these creatures upon the living before stepping into the midst of them as they stumbled by moaning insistently.

The dead around him wore all manner of garment. Some wore the bloodied tunics and chainmail of soldiers, soldiers he had slain 2 weeks earlier while others were dressed in simple peasant clothes, farmers, maids … children. Those nearest him reacted to his presence immediately and lurched for him, grasping hungrily for purchase upon his flesh but David easily sidestepped their clumsy forms and not wasting any momentum, lopped off their heads as he turned this way and that, leaving a swathe of bodies behind him as he moved, heading for the center of the village.

Killing had become second nature to him, especially where the dead were concerned. When the first dead had begun to rise from the battlefield 2 weeks before, he and his comrades had quickly discovered that the creatures could only be silenced by separating their heads from their bodies.

However, knowing how to dispatch them wasn’t enough to save his comrades. There had simply been too many of them and one bite was enough to spread the foul poison that ran through their veins. One by one, they had all succumbed to the dead until finally, David was the last. He swore he would not rest until the creator of this evil spawn had died on his blade.