Swat & Riot Pack (iwbms 41.50) (04.02.2021) Here

The rain slicked the cracked pavement of Muldraugh, turning the dried blood on the tactical shield into a dark, viscous smear.

"Phalanx formation," Miller hissed over the low moan of the wind. Swat & Riot Pack (IWBMS 41.50) (04.02.2021)

The dead were coming. They drifted out of the morning fog, a sea of gray skin and torn flannel. Miller raised his , tapping it rhythmically against the heavy riot shield . The sound was a dinner bell, and the horde answered with a collective, guttural roar. The rain slicked the cracked pavement of Muldraugh,

The first wave hit like a tide. Rotting hands clawed at the polycarbonate surface of the shields, the screech of fingernails on plastic agonizingly loud. Miller braced his shoulder, feeling the staggering weight of the undead press against him. "Push!" he barked. They drifted out of the morning fog, a