“MAN THE GUNS!”
All down the beach, crews took up positions and readied their weapons as the cry drifted down from the sand dune.
Dale swallowed nervously, this was it! They had tracked the bottom walkers for over a year now, and it looked as though this is where they would surface. He double checked the ammo feed and sighted at the waves crashing on the beach.
He heard gunfire in the far distance, coming closer as more gun crews began to open fire. Then he saw them, emerging from the waves rotted distorted monstrosities, emerging from the water. All the way down the beach he could see them emerging, followed by countless more behind them.
He squeezed the trigger and started to shoot for his life.
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