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The air in Evansburgh didn't just smell like decay; it smelled like copper and wet asphalt. Walker gripped his M4 tight, the vibration of the Humvee still rattling in his bones. Beside him, Holly was sharpening her nail-studded bat, "Dottie," with a rhythmic scrape-shush that was the only thing keeping the silence of the Ridden-infested streets at bay.

"Cleaners, listen up," Mom’s voice crackled over the comms, steady as a heartbeat. "Phillips says the nest in the library is growing. If we don’t burn it out now, the whole block goes dark. Keep your eyes peeled for mutations." https://www.metacritic.com/game/pc/back-4-blood

"Tallboy! Left side!" Hoffman screamed, diving behind a dumpster while unloading his shotgun. The air in Evansburgh didn't just smell like

"I got you!" Holly yelled. She didn't use a gun. She swung Dottie in a wide, lethal arc, the nails catching the Tallboy’s shoulder and tearing through mutated flesh. Walker followed up with a precise burst to the glowing weak point on the monster's chest. It collapsed into a heap of twitching limbs. "Cleaners, listen up," Mom’s voice crackled over the

They moved through the fog, the "Devil Worm" infection having turned a quiet morning into a nightmare of pulsating hives and crimson growths. Suddenly, a Tallboy burst through a brick wall, its massive, club-like arm swinging with enough force to crush a car.