Julian and the soldiers he assigned dashed forward, adrenaline fueling the motion. Julian ran with insane speed driving each footstep. The other soldiers behind him held their guns tightly, fingers close to the triggers, ready to release at any given time.
There was a lot happening in that short run.
Julian swerved left and right occasionally, dodging bodies of fallen comrades. Some were burned. Some were mangled beyond recognition. When he stole glances at others, he saw toothless corpses, some with their eyeballs gouged out, and most with their faces beaten into pulp.
If this went on, they'd lose even more soldiers. He had to act—fast.
With his kind of speed, he soon reached the front door of the building. A single brutal kick sent it flying open. A moment's hesitation before…
