With an ear splitting and spine raking scream, the Siren unleashed its beacon and signaled every zombie nearby to it location. It was as loud as a fog horn and it was clear as the moon lit sky raining down its eery light onto the survivors. The message has been passed on, and any moment and every zombie that had heard it will be mowing their way towards the group. there was no time to waste. The Siren burst into flames as the last notes of its shrieking orchestra finally subsided, it had done its job.<br/><br/>It was as though, like waves rippling across the sea, a pulsing horror-filled wave of the undead had hit the street, and they moved on just as quickly, a rolling wave of death. The terrifying moans of a hundred zombies were getting louder with each second the group took. Soon the massive horde of hell's fury came into view. Their fronts were covered in splattered, dripping fresh blood from their mouths and some from their eyes. They tore at the nearby corpses seeming to slow them down before turning their attention towards the group. They were swarming over the corpses like flies to a carcass while some had notice the group and were gazing up towards the survivors with maddened expressions. A few ignored the body littered streets and continued on towards the survivors as they tried to reach out while extending their undead arms, Now the ones distracted from the littered bodies had enjoyed their meals and continued to follow suite towards a much fresher meal. the survivors.<br/><br/>[Luck check for all previous attempts: Fail]<br/>The Alpha had taken two more blows from two different assailants although it tried to evade and had avoided some shots but it wasn't fast enough to avoid the last two bullets that ended its ungodly existence. It shrieked with pain as its body continued to jerk wildly until all but a single weak grunt came out of the lifeless body and it was dead. But there was no time to waste, the zombies were closing and they had nowhere to run, every alley was blocked with the piling dead and they were being pushed backward into the town square. and if one would notice, further back from the tidal wave of incoming zombies, was a lone undead figure standing in the middle of the street. This thing would strike familiarity to one person. Ricky. It was holding a Sniper rifle while it rested on its rotting shoulders. That thing was actually surveying the scene like an observer.. like it was some sick movie and the survivors was its entertainment.<br/><br/>The road leading up to the Town Hall was clear, a straight sprint, but should one reach it they would only receive worst news. The Town Hall entrance was barred shut by a steel reinforced door, a security console (Average) beeped beside it.