Aron had a frown on his face.
Through his senses, he picked up seventeen people, all armed with different kinds of weapons, knives, katanas, and other sharp tools, surrounding and hacking away at hibernating zombies in their cocoons, killing one before moving to the next.
(Is the rain not dangerous anymore?)
He couldn't help but have that thought, but he dismissed it soon after. His senses told him the zombies were still getting stronger with every drop of rain, which meant those people must have a special means or ability that let them bypass the rain's aging effect.
But then, Aron's expression twisted into something strange.
With his senses, he could perceive every minute detail about them, and what he saw made him stop.
All twelve of them had the mark of an ability user. That wasn't the strange part. The truly bizarre thing was that every single one of them had the same face.
