Three hours later…
"Sir, the situation is getting—!" a collective soldier yelled.
"I know," Lo Da said, cutting him off.
How could he not have noticed their position? Slowly but surely, they were being overwhelmed by the sheer number of the undead.
Earlier, they were taking out the zombies in one hit. Now it was taking them at least three hits.
To make things worse, it was like a flood had breached through the bay, and the zombies kept coming.
It should have been a small group of enemies, but there were hundreds of zombies before him. The halls were slowly being filled with corpses and marred with rotten blood.
It was getting difficult for them to move around like they did before. Soon, they would only have enough space to stand where they were, unmoving.
"If only we had other weapons," Lo Da mumbled, gritting his teeth.
The weapon he had was a one-shot weapon.
