The time that Mathew could spend flirting with Nadia... Was gravely limited.
Fighting with the zombies didn't pose much threat to the young man's group. Yet, even if they could all take a single zombie out with no more than a single attack, it didn't change the one primal factor of fighting the horde.
Once they were surrounded and swarmed, there would be nothing they could do.
"We need to keep on going," Mathew muttered when he noticed the first signs of the potential disaster.
It wasn't that there were too many zombies for them to take care of. At the current rate in which they marched into the ruined grounds of the school through the collapsed wing of the compound was manageable.
What troubled the young man, though, was the increasing number of corpses.
'Save for the disease and small, they are starting to pile up,' he noticed as he continued to swing his ax around, claiming more and more heads for the back row of his group to harvest.
