Below, the streets groaned. The living had been twisted into shrieking, meat-walled parasites. The dead… well, the dead had gotten back up.
When the light faded, the Shadow Man was gone. But so was most of Vincent. He was kneeling, his skin turning gray, his eyes bleeding shadow. The Key was fused to his palm. call of duty-R- black ops iii zombies
"Complete the rituals," a voice slithered into their minds. Not the Shadow Man. Another. Older. The one in the Summoning Key. "Purge the corruption. Or become it." Below, the streets groaned
The power detonated.
He laughed, a wet, tearing sound. Then he pulled a pistol from his holster, put the barrel under his chin, and pulled the trigger. meat-walled parasites. The dead… well