Ra-ta-ta!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The survivors, whose rage had been ignited, had turned their fear into power. They emptied their guns without hesitation, followed by multiple explosions. Their eyes were red with rage as they fought to survive. Met with this relentless counterattack, the monsters were unable to enter the city, and their corpses piled up outside Cloudton’s walls.

Meanwhile, the non-combatant survivors were swiftly completing their tasks inside the city. Padraig’s team located usable vehicles and lined them up at the center of Cloudton in the formation Adrian had instructed. Oliver’s group scoured for resources and loaded whatever they found into the vehicles. Barry’s group was rigging the city with explosives—their last resort.

The monsters were attacking them in waves that seemed endless. Adrian realized a pattern in their attacks. The frontmost batch of monsters would be weak in combat, almost to the point where they possessed zero offensive abilities. However, they