The one-eyed boy with the shamisen stands atop one of the storage containers in the last line, playing a situationally appropriate cover of classical Earth music, assisted by a small looper machine on his belt and a volume clip that fills the chokepoint with his music. The zombies flood towards the amplified sound, away from the nearby learning creche being more quietly evacuated, but the flood is starting to pile up.
"I can try to push them back, but I might damage some of the barriers." Unsure of the best tactic, Kubo looked hopefully at the man in black. He exuded an air of knowing what he was doing in the middle of an urban war.
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The one-eyed boy with the shamisen stands atop one of the storage containers in the last line, playing a situationally appropriate cover of classical Earth music, assisted by a small looper machine on his belt and a volume clip that fills the chokepoint with his music. The zombies flood towards the amplified sound, away from the nearby learning creche being more quietly evacuated, but the flood is starting to pile up.
"I can try to push them back, but I might damage some of the barriers." Unsure of the best tactic, Kubo looked hopefully at the man in black. He exuded an air of knowing what he was doing in the middle of an urban war.