The group moved quickly toward the compound's outer wall.
Along the way, they passed clusters of people, all with panic written across their faces. Clearly, word had already spread.
When they reached the top of the wall and looked out, everyone's scalp tingled.
In the distance, a massive tide of zombies was slowly advancing toward them. The horde was less than two miles away now.
Seeing the sheer scale of it, Ethan knew Tyler hadn't been exaggerating. It really did look like every zombie from the old city was on the move.
"Looks like a Tier 8 zombie really has emerged," Ethan muttered.
Normally, a Tier 6 zombie could only command around ten thousand underlings. Tier 7s could push that to forty or fifty thousand. But seventy to eighty thousand moving together? That could only mean one thing: a Tier 8 was leading them.
Ethan had thought his own advancement speed was already insane. But clearly, some zombies had gotten there first.
