The air in Evansburgh didn't just smell like decay; it smelled like copper and wet asphalt. Walker gripped his M4 tight, the vibration of the Humvee still rattling in his bones. Beside him, Holly was sharpening her nail-studded bat, "Dottie," with a rhythmic scrape-shush that was the only thing keeping the silence of the Ridden-infested streets at bay.
"Cleaners, listen up," Mom’s voice crackled over the comms, steady as a heartbeat. "Phillips says the nest in the library is growing. If we don’t burn it out now, the whole block goes dark. Keep your eyes peeled for mutations." https://www.metacritic.com/game/pc/back-4-blood
As the helicopter descended, Walker looked back at the burning city. They hadn't won the war—not even close—but they’d bought the survivors one more night. And in this world, that was the only currency that mattered. The air in Evansburgh didn't just smell like