for across teh morning sunrise, there drew a black line, hundreds of the beasts walked the line and slowly growled, they could be plainly seen. they were undead but looked more like the mongrel werewolves from the stories of old. one with a head piece on top of his brow called out, its low howl echoing throughout the valley. and the charge took place. scores of the beasts ran at the cave entrance, it was a tactic, something that was thought impossible by teh undead, but here it was, waves coming at them, not just a bum rush but waves of undead.
Azer held his rifle high and started his firing, knowing to aim for the head. with in the first few shots he had taken out six of them alone, the blast radius of his new rifle astonishing. six shits, and the cell was dead for his rifle he needed to replace them. and did so, but it took a long time for the cartridge to be removed.
Soon the beasts were close to them, though they had taken out a good portion of the first wave many more followed. and then with another howl as the first of them approached teh cave entrance, the leader gave a howl and teh entire bulk bum rushed the cave entrance, hoping for entrance.