The group of gangers found a defendable ruined building to rest in. The expedition they were on took them deep into the underbelly of their great hive city. Steve, the most experienced and trusted scout, was gone for too long thought Rico to himself. "Right", Rico yelled, "everyone on your feet and be sharp; something's off!"
As the group took up positions in the building Rico could see some movement from behind what was left of a wall. Five ragged figures slowly shuffled their way towards them. "Open fire!!!", barked Rico as he took aim at the lead figure with his autogun. He let loose two quick shots and watched in horror as chunks of flesh got ripped away from the hits, but the figure didn't go down. "Fraggin' zombies!!!", screamed Rico as he flicked the switch to full auto and let loose half the clip.
He could hear the men on the other side of the building start to open fire too. Rico saw the first zombie he shot at finally go down from a lucky head shot. He took a quick scan around and noticed many shambling zombies closing in on their position. They were surrounded...