The last group of zombies charges along the failing bridge. As they clog the passage, the steel girders within groan in their final, agonizing lament, and crumble. The zombies fall to the ground amidst a shower of rubble. Suddenly, I hear an American bugle, and a full fifty Rough Riders charge to my rescue.
We raid the hunting store for ammunition for our Krag-Jørgensen rifles. Laden with rounds aplenty, we charge out toward the Tim Horton's. We fan out, keeping our distance while Xadus117 tries to beat us back with his bolter. However, our sounding bugles attract the full might of my Rough Riders in the nearby area. 150 men siege the Tim Horton's while Xandus returns fire. My men scramble to find objects from around he area to build up sizeable fortifications of our own to serve as siege works. All the other Rough Riders, including myself, lay down heavy fire with our rifles. Even Xandus117's bolter cannot defeat our might.
We continue to lay down fire to keep Xandus' head down, since just one hit is enough to take him out for good.
We raid the hunting store for ammunition for our Krag-Jørgensen rifles. Laden with rounds aplenty, we charge out toward the Tim Horton's. We fan out, keeping our distance while Xadus117 tries to beat us back with his bolter. However, our sounding bugles attract the full might of my Rough Riders in the nearby area. 150 men siege the Tim Horton's while Xandus returns fire. My men scramble to find objects from around he area to build up sizeable fortifications of our own to serve as siege works. All the other Rough Riders, including myself, lay down heavy fire with our rifles. Even Xandus117's bolter cannot defeat our might.
We continue to lay down fire to keep Xandus' head down, since just one hit is enough to take him out for good.