The battle in front of the monkey forest was reaching its climax. It had only been thirty minutes passed since the group had run out of the monkey forest but the streets, the battlezone, looked like it had gone through war.
The ground was littered with different bullet casting, at least tens of thousands of them. Hundreds of grey fur bodies of the monkeys also filled most of the street and even massive craters that had been created by explosions.
Three out of ten APVs had been destroyed. These APVs were Alex's treasures. Half a dozen of these APVs had made Alex's army of special forces defend the airport for hours all the while eliminating ten of thousands of zombies. Hence, looking at these wreckages made him upset but even more so at the thought of his special forces people being dead.
