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Éliane had expected the thoroughfare, but she had hoped that the street wasn’t going to be as problematic as she thought it was. Unfortunately, it was worse. Having made it this far with the team and her injured infantryman, there was a grim look on her face as she took in more and more of her hometown and the macabre fate that had befallen it. There were too many dead, and she knew that it would cripple Skael for years to come. 

She helped steady one of the men after a wobbly landing, shaking those thoughts from her head as she focused on the road ahead of them. The amount of walking dead was staggering. “Too bad we don’t have a working bus,” she mused, thinking of how a high powered battering ram might have cut through the dead.

At Esben’s comment, she checked her own explosives pouch. “I’m worried the noise will just attract more of them, but I have enough. We’ll just have to go fast.” Éliane gave Rudolf a thumbs up of encouragement, the morale just as much for herself as for him, but she pulled out several grenades, calculating the worst damage she could do in the crowd of undead. 

“On my mark, then. As Esben –Mr. Matthiassen—said, stick together, don’t stray, because we’re not going to be able to get you out with so many here.”

Waiting several beats, she tossed her grenades to their designated spots, landing amongst the shambling dead. What followed was a quartet of muffled booms of fragmentary explosions and black smoke, prompting Éliane to give the go ahead. “Go, go! I’ll keep the bombs going!”