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🕑 Added 2024-03-14 00:00:03 +0000 UTCFor those of you interested in Zombie Exodus: Stronghold, I wanted to give you the last scene of chapter 1, which sets the stage for the entire game. This scene includes major spoilers, but it sets up how this story is going to be different than the other games in the series.
If you have interest in the game and don't know much about Stronghold, you should check this out. If you would rather stay completely spoiler free, skip this post.
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Your boots pound against the concrete as you tear back down the service tunnel, chest heaving with desperate exertion. A glance over your shoulder confirms the infected, dozens of them at least, are pouring into the hallway behind you, spilling forward in a rapidly expanding tide of decaying bodies and aimless, snapping jaws.
You turn sharply, making for the airlock at a dead sprint. The first lances of searing pain tear through your calf. You choke back a cry, vision warping as the walls seem to spin. Stumbling, you move through the open doorway and stagger out onto the spiral stairs, the guttural sounds of the undead horde echoing up the shaft. You bound up the steps two-at-a-time. Your boots slam into the familiar tile of Zone 1's main hallway, but you don't slow, don't dare pause as you careen around the corner towards your destination.
Only to skid to an abrupt halt, chest heaving, as you confront the shattered remains of the security checkpoint. The busted lock means there is no way to seal off this breach, no containing the relentless tide about to surge into Stronghold.
Your body feels foreign, as if a sudden fever has seized hold of you, and you're overtaken by a sudden wave of excruciating pain. Colliding into the wall, you grit your teeth to stifle a scream, unwilling to draw any more attention to yourself. Your ankle throbs mercilessly, and a fire radiates upward from it.
In a brief pause of desperation, you pull up your pant leg, your trembling hands revealing the gruesome truth. Your breath catches in your throat as your eyes widen in horror—a deep, bloody bite mark. The reality of it hits you like a sledgehammer.
You've been infected.
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Dustin Youngren
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