Thomas hadn't died yet.
Once again, he was faced with a new choice—
He was grateful that the players refrained from shooting him as they fired at the tide of Aliens behind him, consciously avoiding hitting him who was running at the forefront. There were hardly any stray bullets.
But when he reached the Isolation Wall, the place had turned into a living hell.
The battle line formed by the players had already become a chaotic mess as one Alien after another burst from the hosts' bellies, attacking everyone around them in a frenzy.
Some players screamed in terror as an Alien emerged from their stomach; some pressed down on their bulging bellies; others fired their guns wildly without distinguishing friend from foe; and there were those with weaker mental endurance who took out hand grenades, holding them as they waited for death…
The sounds of gunshots, explosions, screams, roars, and the splashing of acid mixed together…
Everything was in absolute turmoil!