So yeah…
After surviving a mission to hell, stealing machines and running through the masses of undead, I felt a sense of relief… but then we find there is more to do: Destroy the zombie hive mind, and return alive.

Before I left Founder’s Hall I told Kahn and Molly “I’ve gotta go die now.” and I wasn’t lying.

2 hours after leaving, the hive was destroyed, and our team was beaten to a pulp by endless waves of zombies… insanity I tell you. What was 28, became 16… which slowly whittled to 8.

My gun went dry, borrowing a single clip from my fellow rear guard was all that kept me from running head on into the crowd with grenades in hand. But it was of no use. A mere 30 feet from the door way, we are pinned against a wall, our line unshaken by their numbers. I took a pistol into my hand, and my rifle leveled at the crowd as they began to charge. I fired a shot from each weapon, and opted to drop both guns for a grenade - taking the bastards down with me.

At 12:35 AM the start of the fourth day, I see Connor - the militarized maniac with spiked hair - running to the exit alone.