They reached the fire station base just as the sun broke through the clouds. The gates swung shut, the heavy iron bars clicking into place. Marcus dropped the toolkit on the workbench, his lungs burning. He looked out through the sniper tower at the silhouette of the Juggernaut still wandering the treeline.
Marcus didn't need to be told twice. He dove through a window, glass shredding his jacket, and hit the pavement hard. Behind him, the warehouse groaned as the Juggernaut barreled through the front doors, a force of nature fueled by nothing but hunger. State.of.Decay.2.Juggernaut.Edition.v20220525-P...
The air in Providence Ridge didn’t smell like pine anymore; it smelled like rot and burnt rubber. They reached the fire station base just as
Marcus nodded, but his eyes were fixed on the shadow looming near the warehouse door. It wasn't a standard "shambler" or even a "feral." It was a —a massive, bloated wall of muscle and bone-plate that could tear a car in half as easily as a loaf of bread. Its skin was a sickly, bruised purple, and its roar sounded like a freight train grinding to a halt. He looked out through the sniper tower at
"Run!" Maya screamed, loosing a flurry of bolts that bounced harmlessly off the monster's thick hide.
