Gravefront Ghoul Troopers

There is a dark eerieness looming in the back of your neck. From amongst the shades of grey mist, dust and smoke risen by constant artillery barrages, you can see figures slowly creeping through the mist towards your defensive positions. Your hands tremble, as you raise your rifle to meet the first tattered husk of a fallen soldier creeping towards you. You shoot the creature. Again. The bullets pierce the half rotten flesh, but the creature seems to ignore all the bullets penetrating it. Then…

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