the wall as they attempt to get to them. Helpless to assist, even if they could.

The two warriors manage to wade their way through the sea of flesh and join up at the centre of the swarm. There, they move as if one, grinding their way through what seems like an endless supply of meat. Bodies drop in all directions as they orchestrate a symphony of death, torsos piling high around them and the road under their feet becoming slippery and unstable. Both warriors stumble and trip on the increasingly uneven surface.

Steve spins while Moe covers, then as he slices down an enemy, Steve blocks an attack to his rear. Bullets whizz through the air causing the survivors on the roof to dive into cover as the high calibre rounds plough straight through the bodies.