Vaidya reached his camp with the survivors in tow. They hadn't encountered many zombies along the way—his people had ensured that. He had personally trained them and jave full trust in their abilities.
Small, strategically placed teams guarded every few hundred meters, coordinating with their march and swiftly taking down any threats.
As they passed each checkpoint, the number of guards rose, making their travel remarkably straightforward. Yet, despite the simplicity of their return, Vaidya's anxieties remained. His comrade Raj was obviously fatigued. The all-night battle, coupled with the unexpected retreat, had drained everyone.
The fatigue clung to them like a heavy fog. Most people were in similar state. The march was long ans the aun above wasn't helping them.
