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... d filled the air as Thomas and his forces held the line against an endless wave of monsters. The ground was slick with blood and charred remains. The heat from burning corpses and destroyed vehicles created a hellish haze over the battlefield.

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Thomas reloaded his HK416, slamming a fresh magazine into place. He didn't have time to check his kill count. The only thing that mattered was that the enemy kept coming.

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