After somewhat helping Zain out, the friendly Reborn had decided to back away, and many of the others in the room had turned their heads or faced their bodies away from the bars. One could tell just from this that they were nervous about whatever was walking through that hallway.
"Alright!" A loud voice echoed through the halls. Stopping in front of them were a group of around eight zombie hunters, all wearing identical black leather jackets with white words painted on the back. Unlike the other zombie hunters that Zain had seen, these looked a bit older and more rugged. Their eyes said a lot about them as well.
'I guess these aren't your normal newbie zombie hunters. Although I would like to say I would still be confident about breaking out of this place, I still have no idea where we are,' Zain thought.
