The 2nd Amendment and I responded to another siren and repeated the exact same steps as the previous zones. The third area also had only rank F's, but they were only 200 strong.
It was like a video game, unlike humans who learned from their losses, the undead were dumb as shit. Thus, the same tricks still worked even though the party had buried nearly a thousand corpses.
I even tried not to participate at all to see how they would perform. So now I sat behind the firing line, bored out of my mind.
"You know, you all work for me, but I don't know anything about you. I'm from Phoenix, where is everybody from?"
"Hefe! Stop ... Ugh. Bothering us!" Santiago grunted as he blew a Normie's face off.
"Santi's from L.A. I'm from Tacoma, Washington, boss."
"Patron! Can you please help out? I live in Salt Lake City, by the way."
"Kimchi doesn't seem to need any help. What state is Salt Lake City in?" I asked as I cleaned one of my 1911's.
