Tens of thousands of zombies charged forward, shaking the earth beneath them and kicking up clouds of dust.
Elias and his team's expressions shifted instantly. They could sense the danger ahead even before looking up—when they did, all they saw was an endless, writhing mass of undead, a sea of corpses stretching as far as the eye could see.
"Shit! That's a massive zombie horde!" A swarm of this scale was almost unheard of.
The young man with the powerful right leg furrowed his brows.
"Zombies are coming!"
"Captain, what do we do?" The female team member's voice was tight with urgency.
Elias' mind raced. Fighting in the middle of a zombie horde this size was too unpredictable. Too many variables.
On top of that, his mental energy was nearly depleted, and Bison's enhancement drug was about to wear off. If he hit a weakened state in the middle of this, they'd all be swallowed by the undead tide sooner or later.
"We fall back for now," Elias communicated telepathically.
