James had a job to complete if he was going to eat tonight but, he wondered, how many of his men would even live till dinner? The zombie corpses were ripped apart. That was nothing a gun could do. "Stick to formation" James said, "and just pray its not a bear" The Merc company moved slowly trying to make as little noise as possible.
Another scream came, higher and louder this time, and it was hungry. It made the company freeze in fear. They knew at that moment that none of them were getting out alive...