The journey to the police station was fraught with danger. Sarah, Selene, and Natalie moved cautiously through the eerily quiet streets, their senses on high alert.

  As they ventured deeper into the city, the signs of chaos and destruction were everywhere. Burned-out cars, shattered windows, and the occasional corpses of unfortunate people

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  Natalie led the way, her eyes scanning their surroundings for any potential threats.

  Their progress was steady, but the tension in the air was palpable. The city felt like a ghost town, the usual sounds of life replaced by an eerie silence. It was as though the world had been plunged into darkness and despair.

  As they approached a particularly desolate street, Sarah called for a halt. Her keen eyes had spotted movement in the distance – a group of zombies slowly making their way towards them.

  "We can't afford to engage them here," Sarah whispered, her voice barely audible. "Let's find an alternate route."

  They retraced their steps, looking for a way around the approaching horde. The streets twisted and turned, leading them deeper into the heart of the city. With each step, they grew more uneasy.

  As they navigated the labyrinthine streets, Sarah couldn't help but think about Ray and the others.

  Selene summoned the flames of her fireball skill. With a graceful motion of her hand, she conjured a blazing sphere of fire and hurled it towards the approaching horde. The fireball exploded on impact, engulfing several zombies in searing flames.

  However, the horde was vast, and Selene's fireball had only made a small dent in their numbers. The burning zombies writhed and flailed, but more of them continued to advance.

  Natalie, who had been leading the way, quickly assessed the situation. It was clear that they couldn't rely solely on Selene's fireball to deal with the approaching horde. The undead were relentless, and their numbers seemed almost endless.

  "Back to back, girls," Natalie called out, her voice resolute. "We'll fight our way through if we have to"

  With grim determination, the trio formed a tight circle, their backs pressed against each other. Sarah wielded her sturdy stick with determination, while Natalie clutched her nearly broken sword in both hands. Selene continued to summon flames, preparing for another fiery assault.

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  As the first wave of zombies closed in, Sarah swung her stick with precision, striking the closest undead's head.

  Sarah, realizing that it took three strikes to defeat a zombie with her sturdy stick, adjusted her tactics. She decided to aim for their legs, hoping to make the zombies unstable and bring them down more efficiently.

  With calculated precision, she targeted the knees and ankles of the approaching undead. Her strikes were swift and accurate, causing the zombies' legs to buckle and giving them less stability. As a result, they stumbled and fell to the ground with each well-aimed blow.

  This strategy allowed Sarah to disable the zombies more quickly, conserving her energy and resources for the relentless horde ahead

  Natalie fought with relentless intensity, her damaged sword finding its mark with each swing.

  Selene unleashed another fireball, the explosion sending waves of heat washing over them. The zombies caught in the flames howled in agony as their flesh charred and burned. Yet, despite the girls' formidable skills and teamwork, the horde pressed on, unrelenting.

  The battle raged on, minutes feeling like hours as the girls fought for their lives. The eerie silence of the city was shattered by the sounds of combat – the thud of clubs, the crack of Sarah's stick, and the crackling of Selene's flames.

  Their stamina was put to the test as the horde seemed endless. For every zombie they dispatched, two more appeared to take its place. Fatigue gnawed at them, but they knew they couldn't afford to falter.

  Just when it seemed like they might be overwhelmed, a loud, mechanical roar echoed through the streets. The sound grew louder, and the girls turned their heads to see a massive armored vehicle hurtling toward them, plowing through the horde of zombies.

  a massive armored vehicle barreling down the street. It was a monstrous sight, adorned with makeshift spikes and reinforced steel plates. The vehicle plowed into the horde , undead bodies flying like ragdolls as it carved a path toward the trio.

  The vehicle screeched to a halt in front of them, and the side door swung open.

  "Get in!" a voice shouted from within.

  Selene’s gaze dropped to the ground as she noticed two small metallic tubes. Without hesitation, she scooped them up and stuffed them into her pocket. She wasn’t sure what they were, but something about them seemed important.

  The three scrambled into the vehicle, barely making it before the driver slammed the door shut. The engine roared again, and the vehicle surged forward, leaving the horde in its wake.

  Inside, the trio found themselves face-to-face with a group of grim-faced survivors. Each of them was armed, their expressions hard but not unkind.

  “You’re lucky we were nearby,” the driver said without turning his head. His voice was gruff, but there was a hint of relief in his tone.

  Natalie caught her breath, leaning against the metal wall. “We’d have been done for if you hadn’t shown up. Thank you.”

  One of the survivors, a woman with a bandolier of grenades strapped across her chest, smirked. “lets go home”