As we left the room, Rellik and I found ourselves in an abandoned tenement building. The walls were covered in blood, some with huge holes torn through them. Bodies were scattered everywhere. We walked down the hallway, examining our surroundings, until we spotted a staircase further down.

  As we carefully stepped over the corpses, one slumped against the wall suddenly moved. Its eyes shot open, and upon seeing us, it let out a screech as blood poured from its mouth. The zombie sprung up, but I instantly shot it in the head. It collapsed back to the ground, but the gunshot echoed through the hallway. The sound triggered movement among the other bodies.

  "Run!" Rellik shouted as corpses began rising around us.

  We sprinted down the hallway as zombies swung at us from all sides. I pulled out my handgun while Rellik covered our rear, both of us shooting the ones blocking our path to the stairs. We burst into the stairwell and slammed the door shut behind us. Looking down, we saw zombies charging up the stairs, screeching and hissing. A quick glance upward showed a clear path, so we ran up the stairs, not stopping until we reached the roof.

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  We ran to the ledge—it was about a twenty-foot drop to the zombie-filled street below. Beyond that stood a huge factory with smoke billowing from its stacks. A rusted sign read "Maishalle Corp." Behind us, the door burst open as zombies poured onto the roof.

  "We've got no choice," I said to Rellik, pulling out my grappling hook. I shot it into an open window of the factory. "Hold onto me!"

  Rellik grabbed on, and we jumped together, soaring over the street full of zombies. We crashed through the window, rolling onto what appeared to be a balcony overlooking a massive room below. As we got up, we watched the pursuing zombies plummet from the roof to the street.

  Looking down from our vantage point, we saw children in dirty orange jumpsuits working on dangerous machinery, apparently manufacturing weapons. Armed soldiers stood guard, their guns trained on the workers.

  "They're using child labor for their guns," I mumbled.

  Rellik's jaw tightened. "We need to stop this."