The first swing broke his camera angle. The second sent his marine stumbling, screaming a guttural, digitized cry. The third was for show. The screen faded to a grainy black and white. His corpse slumped against the mystery box.
The page loaded, a banner ad for a dating site for garden gnomes flashing obnoxiously at the top. He clicked it away. There it was: Nacht der Untoten . The gray, bombed-out bunker. The fog. The promise of pure, digital terror. cod zombies unblocked
The boards on the windows creaked.
A gnarled, grey hand splintered through the wood. The first swing broke his camera angle
Thump.