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She didn’t hesitate. With precise aim, she picked off the infected that tried to flank him. DuSSt pulled Greg behind the barricade just as the Tank took another swing, narrowly missing them. But the group was scattered now. They had to regroup fast.

Just as DuSSt pulled himself to his feet, a loud scream split the air—the dreaded sound of a Witch. In the chaos, no one had noticed her lurking in the corner, her rage a ticking time bomb.

The Witch charged. DuSSt acted without thinking. He grabbed his last pipe bomb, pulled the pin, and tossed it toward the Witch. The explosion was deafening, sending the Witch into a frenzy, her screech piercing through the room.

“Run!” DuSSt shouted, as the room erupted into chaos. He was already running, firing back to keep the infected off their heels.

But it wasn’t enough. A Boomer’s bile splattered over DuSSt and the others, turning the room into a toxic nightmare. The group staggered through the haze, trying to reach the nearest exit.

Then, a sound worse than any of them could imagine. The Tank was still coming. It wasn’t done. The beast roared, and DuSSt felt his blood freeze. There was no way out.

Then, without thinking, DuSSt turned to face the beast. His heart raced, his hands steady. He had one last plan. The Molotov was gone, and his ammo was running low. But in his hand was a single grenade—something that would make sure the Tank wouldn’t leave this room alive.