Cerberus Mk 2 swinging a dumpster

He made his way over to the dumpsters reinforcing the big gate. Both of the bins were filled with assorted trash, scraps, and a few of the split-skull exes the old Gardener had left in piles around Eden. Cesar’s steel hands closed on the edge of a dumpster and tugged. It felt like about a ton, altogether, but he hadn’t been good at judging weights in the naked exoskeleton. He let the suit’s fingers slide down to the corner, then pulled hard.
The dumpster swung away from what was left of the fence. It whipped around, scraping on the pavement, and the metal bin rang with impacts as it battered exes in every direction. Cesar took a step, gave himself some room, and spun it in another wide circle. Bones cracked. The dumpster plowed over some of the zombies and crushed them beneath its squealing wheels, driven on by the battlesuit’s muscles.

Excerpt From Ex-Isle, pg 548
Peter Clines
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