A rusted maintenance catwalk hung fifteen feet above the main corridor. The metal grating vibrated relentlessly under their boots. Blinding violet flashes illuminated the slaughter below in sharp, strobe-light bursts. The Vanguard was drowning in bodies. A wave of emaciated ghouls threatened to completely overwhelm the earthen barricade.
Maya held the high ground. She did not carry a standard rifle. She wielded a P.A.C.I.F.I.C. heavy-duty structural rivet-rifle. The weapon was a massive yellow construction tool originally designed to bolt solid steel girders directly into bedrock. A faded yellow warning label sat bolted to the side of the receiver.
WARNING. Recoil may cause severe spinal compression. Use of exoskeleton required. Corporate medical will not cover joint degradation.
She fired the weapon with absolutely zero exoskeleton support.
