"What the..." Mathew mouthed. His eyes opened wide as he started right at the backs of the zombies.
'Is this another bait?' the young man thought, looking around to check the movements of the zombie army in general. Standing on the ground, though, made him lose the height advantage he had atop the compound's wall.
'I can't see shit." Mathew gritted his teeth. No matter how much he strained his eyes, the rows of the zombies ahead blocked his sight of what was happening to the back. 'Is that how the commanders in the medieval battles felt like?'
'Norbert!' Mathew suddenly thought, turning around and looking up the wall. Yet, the policeman stood atop the wall with an empty expression in his eyes. 'What is he staring off in the distance, for?' Mathew asked himself, gritting his teeth in silent frustration.
"Mathew?" Daria asked.
