The Commander's glowing eyes swept across the wall like a spotlight, and every zombie in range seemed to sharpen, no longer flailing mindlessly and moved like soldiers.
"Command-Type! To the East!" I yelled into the comms. "Prioritise it, bring it down!"
But there was no time.
The north wall screamed under fresh impact as Blade-types vaulted over the piled corpses, with the help of Brutes tossing them. The zombies landed in the walkways like executioners. Long, jagged bone-arms slashed with surgical accuracy, severing rifle barrels, splitting helmets, and spilling blood in precise arcs.
"Squad Seven — fall back! FALL BACK!" Roulan's voice cracked like a whip.
Li Ya didn't wait for orders. She charged, her halberd roaring to life with fire qi, cleaving a wide arc that caught a Blade mid-swing. Clang! The strike shattered its arm and sent it cartwheeling into the corpse pile below.
But another was already behind her.
