The furious roars of the undead echoed from all directions.
Several Tier One Night Demons were rapidly climbing on the abandoned vehicles, their heavy steps making the metal roofs thud loudly.
"Damn it! Change path!"
The man with the ring just turned his head when he heard a loud "boom".
Behind him, an old four-story commercial building got crushed under the pressure of the piled-up corpses, collapsing like a house of cards.
Thanks to the long-term acid rain erosion, the building was soaked through, barely lifting any dust.
Zombies spilled out like a truck dumping sand, blocking the entire street from which they came, while several clumsy Butchers rolled within the horde, their blood-red eyes locking onto the two of them.
They found themselves trapped at this railroad and highway intersection, with no way in or out.
All they could do was watch as the train got closer and closer.
