"Don't let them through!" Randy shouted as he reloaded his g*n, using a nearby fence post for cover
The other cultists stood by their vehicles giving support fire with their weapons that ranged from pistols to rifles. The zombies rushed the line of men who held their ground. Locals and Natives alike held the line on the campgrounds. The creatures were not the classical idea of zombies. Though still of living flesh their withered forms made them seem more like husks with their dried skin pulled back against thinning muscle and knobby bones.
It was hard to disregard their humanity with clothes still pristine from the morning they put them on, save for being soaked by the wetness that filled the region. The rains continued to run to and down the mountains, stirring the rivers, flooding the
