From that point on, things became too hectic, everyone was busy trying to save themselves with all the numbers and only a few had time to help others.
In all this while, Lucas had noticed something. The undead were sensitive to sounds and went toward anyone that made the most of it. It gave him and the others chance to protect the ones with no defenses and fighting skills.
Whenever a bird undead would go further from him toward the ones that were in a small group in the back, he just shout and it always made the undead fly toward him.
After killing twenty thirty on his own, Lucas was very tired, they had been at it for hours and he could only worry for the others.
The moment he tried to help one of them was the one time that he was the most endangered person and it happened to the others too who tried to help.
Since the birds started coming out and had no calm, it had been four hours give or take.
