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Containers all around the world, identical to the ones that Purge use began to hiss open. The sound of ravage moaning and clawing could be heard. In the darkness flashes of red, glowing eyes awoken. Hunched humanoid like figures stumbled out. Their flesh was rotten and hair was falling out. – Ghouls, a fate worse than death and the product of a vampire.

It did not take long before the blood lust kicked in, one victim was all that was needed to start the hellfire.

Soon, within hours, reports of ‘zombie’ invasions began to flood the news channels and internet. Thousands were already being rushed to the hospitals and the attacks were spreading into the more densely populated zones.

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Baxter turned to face Katya, rolling his eyes at her.
"Can't you use the door like a civil person?" He asked sarcastically as he was about to draw his weapon, but before he could his alarm went.
"Sir?"
"What is it? I'm in the middle of something."
"We have a Priority: Sigma Event, Sir."

Baxter paused for a moment and opened his holo-pad placed on the palm of his hand. A hologram of new reports around the world citing that there were attacks of unexplainable origin. Baxter then looked back her and placed his gun back in it's holster.

"Stop fucking around and get your ass in here. We both have a problem now."