The zombies floating in the water heard the sound, each releasing their primal ferocity, their pursuit of music having reached its peak.
This pursuit ignored the surrounding environment, no matter how harsh it was, nothing could stop their fervent hearts from chasing the music.
Flapping about.
Settling down.
The female bodyguard, holding a walkie-talkie, communicated with her counterpart on the yacht.
"Check if the zombies have sunk into the water."
"They've sunk, but a few zombies have reached the shore and are running towards the manor upon hearing the sound,"
"Received."
The female bodyguard knew the manor's gates were already locked. With not many zombies around, it was easy to resolve, standing from a higher position and simply smashing the zombies' heads in.
"Heh, heh"
The snarling of zombies came from outside the walls.
The bodyguards climbed on the walls, holding iron tools; their faces were grave as they harshly slammed the tools onto the zombies' heads.
Splat!
