They weren't just shambling, they were running. The sight was so terrifying that chills ran down the spines of even seasoned fighters like Vultures and his subordinates. Survivors on the wall shuddered, some collapsing as their knees buckled, overwhelmed by the sheer horror of the oncoming swarm.
"We're doomed! We're all going to die here!" one of the survivors cried, clutching his head in terror.
"Why are there so many zombies?! What's happening?!" another shouted hysterically. He wanted to run, but his legs refused to move; there was nowhere to go anyway. The wave was closing in from all four directions, trapping them like prey with no escape.
"YOU! It's you and your people! You brought them here!" one of the guards on the wall shouted, finger trembling as he pointed at Vulture. Fear twisted his face, and with no escape in sight, he poured his terror into rage. Hatred was easier to carry than helplessness.
