"...run....
RUN!" Alex screams, physically and mentally, as loud as his lungs and mind can muster. "Ride, we need immediate exit, now!" He calls to his ship. "Don't touch down. Guardians, I need flight or propulsion solutions for the entire team." He vaults over a piece of wreckage, driving his boot through the face of an undead Kree.
If the ship actually makes ground, they'll be overrun, and it won't matter if it's the living or the undead doing it. Already, evacuation ships are starting to have to take more... aggressive measures to close their doors and move out.
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