She quickly locked on the second target. Another Level 3 zombie. It was a Level 3 strength zombie, and the gate it was shaking fiercely was almost broken.
Sienna put a round through its skull, and like the first one, it quickly fell.
The zombies behind it paused for a split second, as if confused, but then continued rattling hard at the gate.
Third shot — another clean kill. Third. Fourth. Each one dropped with precision, heads popping back as if yanked by invisible strings. But there were so many. For every one she dropped, five more pressed forward, clawing and climbing, their nails screeching against iron.
Moreover, Sienna couldn't really see the Level 4 again!
Where had it gone?
She had clearly located it earlier, but now, she couldn't find it again.
Could it… have entered?
Damn!
What to do now?
At this point, she heard that familiar skin-crawling growl.
The hair on her neck stood as she instinctively whipped her head back.
