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Firearms were terrifyingly lethal in any era. The writing was on the wall for a group of unarmed infected charging through a hail of bullets. They never even saw the machine guns before the sniper rifles took them out precisely on their way to the manor house.
The lawn was too big!
In a sense, it was money that killed them.
Veryl had instructed that sandbags be built into forts in front of the manor house, mounted with two machine guns to make sure the firepower covered the greatest area. Two maids each operated a machine gun. Their stocky build allowed them to fire as if there was no recoil.
Unfortunately, they didn’t get to make a shot. All the kills were stolen by the sniper maid on the rooftop.
Behind the sandbags, Wayne sat on a lounger under a parasol, enjoying black tea with sunglasses on. Veryl, the monocled butler, stood beside him in perfect posture.
Remembering the followers with tentacles dangling from their mouths, Wayne guessed that these people had been parasitized from consuming raw eggs. With a disgusted expression, he...
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