The Dark Army crept east over the United States like a seething mass of rot spreading across a dead body, absorbing people and repelling others. City after city fell to the horde.
Tom Baumann laughed as he rolled into Denver in a captured tank.
“I like the smell of fear in the morning!” he shouted as dark entities sped through the streets raiding shops and killing anyone who got in their way.
A shell erupted from the barrel of the tank and took out the side of a small office block. “This is too easy,” he said to himself.
The sound of gunfire rang through the air as the police and anyone else who had stayed behind challenged the Dark Army soldiers.
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