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He laughed, a wet, tearing sound. Then he pulled a pistol from his holster, put the barrel under his chin, and pulled the trigger.

They fought their way through the burnt-out remains of the Canals. Nero, using his sword's arcane energy, carved a summoning circle into the cobblestones. Jessica laid out the trophies: a cop's badge (Vincent flinched), a boxer's glove, a magician's wand, and her own compact mirror. call of duty-R- black ops iii zombies

As the last item touched the circle, the sky screamed. A massive, arachnid beast—the Parasite's mother—skittered down the side of a skyscraper. It wasn't a fight. It was a slaughter. He laughed, a wet, tearing sound

He raised a hand. The tentacles that lined the walls began to writhe. The floor turned to living flesh. Nero, using his sword's arcane energy, carved a

They weren't saving Morg City. They were feeding it. Their pain, their violence, their desperate rituals—they were fuel for the Apothicons, the eldritch gods trying to tear through the dimensional barrier.

The music kicked in. The trap was set. The cycle began again.

Nero, Jessica, and Floyd stared. They didn't have time to mourn. The floor of the Rift tore open, and from the wound in reality poured a wave of zombies—fresher, angrier, infinite.