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CHAPTER 100: PLUNGE INTO DARKNESS
PLUNGE INTO DARKNESS
With a deep breath, you make the gut-wrenching decision to release the cable. As your fingers let go, you experience a moment of weightlessness before gravity seizes you. For a split second, the world is a blur of flame and shadow, then you collide with the forest floor with enough force to knock the air from your lungs. Pain explodes in your side, but there's no time to assess the damage. The flare's glow dances in the branches above, casting wild light over the chaos below.
The horde, momentarily disoriented by your sudden descent, turns its attention to the burning flare and the fiery remnants of the bridge. Their guttural moans fill the air as they stumble over each other, driven by an insatiable hunger. You scramble to your feet, instinct taking over as you dash towards the undergrowth. Each step is a gamble as your body protests with waves of agony.
Luck is on your side as the zombies become entangled in each other's mass, their rotting forms making it difficult for them to reorganize quickly. You glance back once, watching as the flare continues to attract them like moths to a flame. But the respite is fleeting; the undead are relentless in their pursuit.
As you plunge deeper into the forest, the scent of smoke lingers in your nose, and the shadows close in around you. You can hear the shuffling behind, a reminder that the horde is not far behind. Every second counts—your heart pounds a wild rhythm against your ribs.
Just as a glimmer of hope begins to flicker in your mind, you stumble upon a clearing and a sight that stops you cold. The silhouette of a massive abomination looms ahead, its grotesque form blocking your path. Its eyes lock onto you with an unnatural intelligence, and a malicious grin spreads across its twisted face.
The horde, momentarily disoriented by your sudden descent, turns its attention to the burning flare and the fiery remnants of the bridge. Their guttural moans fill the air as they stumble over each other, driven by an insatiable hunger. You scramble to your feet, instinct taking over as you dash towards the undergrowth. Each step is a gamble as your body protests with waves of agony.
Luck is on your side as the zombies become entangled in each other's mass, their rotting forms making it difficult for them to reorganize quickly. You glance back once, watching as the flare continues to attract them like moths to a flame. But the respite is fleeting; the undead are relentless in their pursuit.
As you plunge deeper into the forest, the scent of smoke lingers in your nose, and the shadows close in around you. You can hear the shuffling behind, a reminder that the horde is not far behind. Every second counts—your heart pounds a wild rhythm against your ribs.
Just as a glimmer of hope begins to flicker in your mind, you stumble upon a clearing and a sight that stops you cold. The silhouette of a massive abomination looms ahead, its grotesque form blocking your path. Its eyes lock onto you with an unnatural intelligence, and a malicious grin spreads across its twisted face.