"Zombies!"
A single shout caused the entire procession to come to a stop.
"A group of thirty, a full horde a mile behind them!"
If the first report made everyone freeze in fear, the second called them all to action.
'Oh my,' Mathew thought, stunned by the grace with which everyone, not only hunters themselves but also their recruits, rushed to their tasks.
Some appeared on the frontline, all bearing their guns close to their chests. Others rushed to bring out the supplies and melee weapons, just in case the fighting prolonged or if the front line were to break.
"Shouldn't we thin out that horde in the back first?" Carol approached Mathew from the back and asked while throwing anxious glances toward the recruits.
'Is she showing compassion or trying to minimalize her losses?' Mathew thought, quite curious about what reasons prompted Carol to put forth the suggestion.
