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The battle at the southern wall of the Royal District had reached a fever pitch. The undead were relentless, their grotesque forms clawing and dragging themselves up the stone walls with horrifying tenacity. The defenders, once confident and strong, now found themselves overwhelmed by the sheer numbers of the enemy. Their faces were weary, their bodies bruised, yet they held their ground. But it was becoming clear that this would not last much longer.

Among the soldiers, a female archer named Eveline stood at the front, her bow drawn, her hands trembling. She had seen death before, but never like this. The wall was lined with the bodies of the fallen, their faces contorted in eternal agony. The undead that climbed over them were once people—friends, family, even comrades—now become mindless monsters whose only goal was to kill the living. There were children among them, their small hands reaching for the defenders as if trying to drag them down.

Eveline's heart pounded in her chest. She fought to steady her breathing as she released another arrow. The sharp hiss of the projectile was swallowed by the cacophony of war. The arrow struck one of the undead in the eye, but the creature didn't even stumble. It continued to crawl forward.

"Use your shields! Hold your position!" one of the officers shouted. His voice was strained with exhaustion, but it cut through the madness of the battle.

The soldiers pushed forward with their shields, locking them in place to form an impassable barrier. Yet, the undead kept coming. With every wave, they climbed over their fallen, using their bodies as piles. The soldiers at the front were struggling to hold them back, but the weight of the undead pressing was too much.

Eveline's stomach churned as she saw a familiar face—her childhood friend, Thomas—climbing over the wall, his lifeless eyes fixed on her. His mouth opened in a grotesque snarl as he reached for her. Her breath caught in her throat, but she quickly steeled herself. She couldn't let fear control her. She had to fight.

Eveline's arrows flew with deadly precision, striking down one undead after another. But her fear began to rise as the numbers of the undead increased. She could see it—there were too many. Even her well-aimed shots couldn't slow them down.

An undead with a sword in its hand climbed the wall and attacked one of the soldiers. It inserted its sword into the soldier's shoulder. The soldier screamed in pain but then another soldier came and smashed the undead's head with his shield. But it didn't end there because many undead were already able to climb over the wall.

The undead weren't just killing them—they were transforming them into more of their kind.

"Hold your position!" the commanding officer bellowed, his voice strained with desperation. "Don't run away!" His words were a desperate plea, but they fell on deaf ears.

The undead were everywhere now, and the soldiers were no longer able to hold the wall. Some of them began to retreat, fear overtaking them. Eveline's breath quickened as she saw one of her comrades, a young soldier named Dorian, break rank and flee. But before he could get far, a pack of undead hounds lunged at him, their jaws snapping. They tore into his flesh with terrifying speed, and within moments, Dorian was no more than a mangled heap.

Panic began to spread like wildfire. Soldiers started running in terror. The wall was being overrun, and there was nothing they could do to stop it.

Another soldier cried, grabbing Eveline's arm. "We can't stay here, we have to go!"

"But—" Eveline stammered, her eyes wide with fear.

"No buts!" the soldier insisted, pulling her away. "We need to get to safety before it's too late!"

As they ran, the sounds of the battle faded into the distance. The screams of the dying and the growls of the undead echoed in her ears, but Eveline was too frightened to look back.

But just as they turned a corner, a horrific sound broke through the chaos—the snap of bones and a guttural growl. Eveline turned just in time to see a zombie dog lunge at the soldier who had grabbed her. The creature's teeth sank into his face. The soldier screamed in agony, but the dog held on, dragging him and tearing into him with savage fury.

Eveline froze, too paralyzed with fear to move. The world around her seemed to blur, her heartbeat thundering in her ears. She wanted to scream, to run, but her body refused to obey. She was frozen in place, her breath caught in her throat. Experience more on My Virtual Library Empire

And then, as if summoned by the gods themselves, the sound of something powerful and roaring filled the air. A deep, mechanical growl—a hum of engines that vibrated the very air around her. Eveline's head snapped upward, and she saw it—a shape in the sky.

It is Bell AH-1 Cobra a single-engined attack helicopter, its rotors slicing through the air like a blade. More helicopters appeared.

The undead that had surrounded Eveline began to crumble, their bodies disintegrating under the intense firepower unleashed by the helicopters. Machine guns roared, their deadly rounds tearing through the undead with deadly accuracy. Each bullet struck with unerring precision, tearing through the rotting flesh and sending the creatures tumbling to the ground.

One by one, the undead who had been climbing the walls were obliterated by the deadly barrage. The sound of the helicopter's guns was deafening, but it was the sweet sound of salvation to Eveline's ears.

"Let's fire Rocket!" one of the pilots shouted over the radio, and within moments, a series of 70 mm rocket launched from the helicopters, streaking toward the pile of undead at the base of the wall. The missiles impacted with thunderous explosions, sending limbs and broken bodies flying in all directions. The undead were wiped out in a single, fiery blast.

Eveline watched, stunned, as the undead were decimated by the powerful assault. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her body trembling from the shock of the battle. She could hardly believe what she had just witnessed.