The mess-hall erupts into chaos at the news of the Widow's attack. The gunfire can be heard from outside, and everyone scrambles to their feet, grabbing weapons and rushing out.

Sparrow stuffs a chunk of meat in his mouth as he draws his katana and leaps over the tables, one of the first ones outside. Danielle, Josh, and Jocelynn are right on his heels as Felix, Octavia, and I quickly follow after them.

Outside, cabins burn, and Molotov's are thrown over the camp's gates and walls. Several campers are scrambling to put the fires out, while others help those trapped in the flames escape. Danielle snatches my wrist and yanks me towards one of the sheds, Felix and Octavia following quickly behind.

"This way, you'll need your weapons back!" Danielle demands, kicking down the shed doors and leading the gaggle of us inside. She seizes up a shotgun and machete as I scramble, grabbing my bow and arrows. Felix and Octavia grab their weapons as a few other campers run inside, seizing various weapons to defend the camp.

"I knew it was a bad idea to bring them here!" One of the campers exclaims, rounding on my siblings and me.

"They didn't bring the Widow's here," Danielle defends, standing between us and the angry campers.

"This can't be a coincidence! They show up, and hours later, the Widow's attack?! This is their fault!" Another camper exclaims, leveling a rifle to my chest.

I draw my bow and aim it defensively, daring them to fire at us, but Danielle steps further in front of me, blocking my shot and the camper's aim. "They didn't do this," she growls. "Take your anger out on the Widow's; these three are here to help."

The unmistakable roar of the engine of a large vehicle sounds outside the gates, and through the window, I see several people gather there, hastily building a makeshift barricade.

"They're gonna ram the gates!" Someone shouts.

"We can take care of this problem here and now, Dani!" The first camper growls, not backing down.

"Killing them won't do anything to stop the assault! Now get your asses out there and make yourselves useful!" Danielle orders.

The campers in the weapons shed hesitate for a split second before giving a begrudged nod. "They'll answer for this once we're safe," the camper vows before rushing outside to help the others.

"This wasn't us; you have to believe me!" I defend.

"If you really want to prove to me that you aren't responsible for this, then help me protect my people," Danielle growls, picking up three familiar bags and shoving them in my hands. "You're going to need these."

I don't have time to question why she's handing my siblings and me our bags, but we gratefully strap them back on, glad to have them back.

"Come on, they need our help out there," Danielle orders, rushing back out into the carnage.

The campers have managed to knock a few picnic tables on their sides for coverage, and a couple more are busy laying down road spikes in an attempt to stop whatever vehicle it is the Widows plan on driving through the gates. More Molotov's are tossed over the walls, and one of them shatters against the gate's outer shell, erupting into flames.

Horrible memories bloom in the back of my head of Uncle Tommy, and it takes everything I have not to succumb to them. The screams around me echo, the flames morph, and Uncle Tommy's voice whispers around me.

"Take it, Cassandra! You have to take this to your mother! Keep it hidden, keep it safe!"

His voice is as distant as the memory. The building behind him erupts with a loud CRACK, the fire enveloping him.

"Cassandra!" He shouts. "Cassandra, move!"

I'm knocked to the side as someone collides with me, wrapping their arms protectively around me, and I barely have time to register that a massive armored vehicle had crashed through the front gates, screaming over the spot I was just standing in. Danielle is sprawled over me, and over her shoulder, I can see the truck hit the road spikes, careening sharply to the left as it blows all six tires before it finally flips onto its side, once, twice, and finally slides into one of the flaming cabins.

Danielle quickly jumps to her feet as Widow's start to pour in after the truck, and she takes a few shots, dragging me by the scruff of my jacket into cover behind one of the flipped tables. "Come on, get up!" She shouts over the sounds of gunfire.

I scramble to my feet, drawing my bow and taking aim at the enemy, shaking the memory of Uncle Tommy from my head and snapping back into the now. Dozens of Widow's are rushing in and shooting at the campers, shouting with glee, and I plug one of them in the back of the head as he runs past. Danielle shoots a few more, but they're quickly replaced as more Widow's rush in.

From somewhere to our left, Josh shouts, "How many are there?! How did we not see them coming?!"

"They must have come in during the shift change!" Danielle shouts back. "They've been watching us! Just get rid of them!"

Felix and Octavia have taken cover behind one of the other flipped tables across from the main path. Octavia takes out the knees of a Widow with her bat as he tries to run past her, and Felix stands, landing a deadly stomp on the attacker's neck. A Widow spots the pair and aims her rifle, but I draw my bow and let the arrow fly, hitting her between the shoulder blades. She shouts in pain, and her shot goes wide, plugging one of her bandit buddies in the chest.

I run from my cover and crack her upside the head with my bow as I pass, joining my siblings. "We have to get the other campers to safety," I tell them, pointing to the unarmed men, women, and children scrambling for cover. Felix and Octavia nod in unison, and I stand back up, shooting another Widow as I shout over to Danielle, "We're going to help the other campers!" I tell her.

"Go! I'll cover you!" She shouts back, blasting a Widow away from her. My siblings and I stand and sprint across the chaotic yard, killing Widow's as they try to stop us. We reach one of the burning buildings and spot Sparrow and Jocelynn with another camper, trying to help the trapped survivors out.

"Thank God you're here!" Jocelynn pants as she heaves one of the campers out of the smoke. "A few kids are trapped in the back corner, and the cabin is about to collapse!"

"I got it!" I answer, handing Felix my bow and arrows and rushing inside. The heat washes over me, nearly knocking the breath out of me, and I immediately start sweating. I hear a couple kids crying and shouting for help behind a massive burning support beam as the flames lick higher and higher. Glancing around, I note a hole in the cabin's floor near the fallen support, and I promptly jump down under the building and crawl under where I can hear the kids. I grab a brick and start hammering away at the floor, and the kids start shouting louder.

"Don't worry, I'm here to help!" I shout up at them. "Help me break the floor here!"

I hear them scramble around for a moment before one of them starts hammering away at the floor. I cover my face as the splinters, dust, and soot give way to an opening, and three terrified faces stare down at me.

"Come on, jump down! I'll get you to safety!" I order.

One by one, the three kids jump down into the hole, and we form a human chain as I lead them out from under the building. I poke my head out, and the barrel of a shotgun jabs me in the forehead.

"Looks like I found a couple a'rats!" The Widow growls with a sinister grin. I throw myself over the kids as a shotgun blast rips past us, but nothing hits me.

I chance a glance up and see Danielle standing over the corpse of the Widow, offering her hand. The light from the fire frames her silhouette, giving her an ethereal glow, her storm-grey eyes shining bright like beacons of hope. 

The sight is enough to make me forget how to breathe. 

"Hurry, we have to take them to the office!" She says. Snapping out of my stupor, I pull the kids out from under the burning cabin, thankful for Danielle's intervention, and we follow her as she clears a path to the head cabin.

Several other campers are already gathered inside, many of them armoring up and checking their guns for ammo. Felix and Octavia show up right behind us, and the two of them squeeze me in a hug.

"You stay here and make sure these people are okay!" I tell my siblings.

"What? Hell, no!" Octavia argues. "If you're going to fight, so are we!"

"Shut up and listen to me, alright?!" I exclaim. "There are too many of them out there, and all this noise is bound to draw infected! Stay here and make sure these people stay safe!"

"But-"

"Do you understand me?!" I demand.

They reluctantly nod their heads, and I can tell that Octavia is trying not to cry. Danielle shoots a few Widow's trying to break in, and I hug my siblings once more. I take out the locket I've been carrying from my bag and hand it to Felix. "Hold on to this until I get back, alright? I need you to keep it safe in case something happens to me. You know what to do, right? Where to go?."

Felix stares up at me, then nods grimly, knowing the weight of the mission I just gave him. "I do."

Danielle's shotgun goes off once more, followed by her irritated voice. "If you want to help, hurry it up!" Danielle orders from the doorway. "They're starting to move in over here!"

I rush to her side, an arrow knocked. "I'm ready!"

"Good, we need to get to the gate and block them off before the infected get inside!" Danielle shouts.

Three Widow's try to rush us, but I fire one arrow into the throat of one of them, lunge forward, ducking under the bat the second Widow swings at my head, and I crack my bow across his face, knocking him out. I yank my arrow out of the first one's throat as he collapses to the ground and stab it straight into the last Widow's eye. The second one tries getting back up, but I slam my boot down on the back of his neck, snapping it.

Danielle stares at me, her mouth agape and her eyes as wide as saucers. She looks like she's glad that I was only trying to run away in the woods when we met and not try to outright kill them.

I smirk at her, and that seems to knock her out of her stupor. She shakes her head. "Nice going, but there's a lot more where that came from. Let's get moving."

We rush back towards the front gate, helping some of the campers pinned down by Widow's, and I can start to see that they're thinning out. Several Widow's are fleeing, and I spot Sparrow chasing after a few, intent on dicing them up as he's screaming something in what I assume to be Japanese.

We finally get back to the front gate, where several Widows are making their escape, but there's something wrong with it. They don't look fearful or scared.

They look like they've already won.

I take a few of them out with my arrows, and some of them fire back, one bullet grazing my shoulder. I duck behind cover for a while Danielle shoots back. Blood seeps through my fingers as I try putting pressure on the wound, and for a moment, I think my ears are ringing from adrenalin, but then I realize it's not just in my head. Another engine's roar catches my attention, and several of the remaining campers start to shout, "INCOMING!"

Another armored vehicle, this one much more massive, barrels through the broken gates, rolls over the road spikes as though they didn't even exist, and crashes into the first truck. A Widow scrambles to get out, ducking behind the vehicle for cover, and I realize that he's opening the back of it.

There's a loud, pissed-off screech coming from the truck, and it shakes violently as the Widow flings the doors wide open. He's mowed down in a mist of blood by a horror I hoped I'd never had to see again.

As the monster straightens up to let out an ear-splitting roar, it towers well over eight feet tall and resembles a miniature hairless King Kong, beating its blood-streaked chest in premature victory. What's left of its hair after mutation hangs in long oily strands that cling to its face, stained red with dark old blood. It picks up the remains of the Widow it splattered and slams it into the ground, challenging someone to fight.

It's a Titan, colossal and furious, and I'm surprised that it even managed to fit inside the back of the truck. I'm even more surprised that it was even in the truck to begin with, considering just how aggressive this kind of infected is, and I'm moderately impressed that the Widow's managed to get it in there.

I've only had to deal with one other infected like this, and I didn't even kill it. I have to warn everyone about this thing, or it'll end up killing everyone here.

It grabs the leg of the nearest camper, frozen in fear, raising him to its face. The camper screams in horror, his weapon dropped, and the Titan slams him into the ground numerous times until all that's left is a broken, bloody mass staining the soil, the remains of the camper's leg still in its hand. The Titan throws the leg aside, roaring at everyone else.

I bolt forward, an arrow knocked, as the Titan turns on the next nearest camper, who happens to be Danielle. I shoot the Titan in its back, missing its neck as it started to dive after her. It roars in anger, turning on me almost faster than I can react. A massive, meaty arm the size of a tree trunk swings my way, giving me less than a split second to roll under it, diving between its legs, and springing back to my feet next to Danielle, who has gone pale.

"What the fuck is that thing?!" She's shaking as she points to the confused monstrosity, trying to figure out where I went.

"A Titan, now get everyone back! We need to knock out its legs and stay out of its reach!" I order. My voice seems to snap everyone out of their shock, and several campers start moving the injured away from the off-brand King Kong and back to the main office while those with fewer injuries get ready for a nasty brawl. "Sparrow," I call, and he all but materializes next to me. "How fast are you with that sword?"

"It won't even see me coming," he growls in response, staring at the Titan as it fixes us with an enraged glare.

"Good. I need you to cut the tendons on the backs of its legs and ankles but don't get grabbed. Once it's on the ground, Danielle, I need you to distract it with your shotgun," I order.

She looks at me, incredulous. "The hell do you mean, distract it?!"

"Its arms are a lot tougher than they look, like a couple of blast shields! I just need a split second to get around it and get the back of its head! Can you guys do that?" I ask.

"What about us?" Josh asks, gesturing to himself and Jocelynn.

The beast roars and begins its charge.

"Help Danielle with the distraction! Now!"

We scatter as the Titan barrels right past us, slamming into a burning cabin and roaring with rage once more when it notices that it missed us. Danielle, Josh, and Jocelynn start in on their distraction, trying to get the Titan's attention away from the fleeing campers. With each shotgun blast Danielle hits it with, Sparrow jumps in to slice the open wounds, dealing extra damage.