In the westernmost side of Silvermoon City, within 100 meters from the ten-meter metallic energy defense wall at the edge of the city, the retreating group was charged towards the exit.
"Hurry! Hurry up, everyone!"
However, since the distance was quite far, and there weren't vehicles in the way to shield them, around 20 zombies had appeared.
Wearing tattered clothes torn or bitten off by others and staring with their dilated grayish pupils, the zombies moved and weaved their arms as their bloodied bodies completely blocked the access towards the group's destination.
"Don't stop, charge through them!" Dan Hen Shouted calmly as he continued to fire his Rare Grade submachine gun.
"Ta, ta, ta..."
The impact of the bullets shook the body of a male NPC zombie that looked like an ex-white collar worker moving at the forefront, making its black and red blood splatter all over.
Dan Hen's decision was correct, they had to charge through.
