I looked around, trying to see past my men and to where I might be able to pour the life force from the zombies.
The trees around us were already towering over the skyscrapers as birds started to land in the upper branches, now safe from predators on land.
The grass under us was lush and vibrant. Any more energy into them, and it was going to have the opposite effect.
A voice in my head hissed, 'Everything in moderation,' but I could only snort. I had gone so far beyond moderation that it was like the city had gone back to a prehistoric time.
Wait… if there were dinosaur bones under the roots, could I bring about living dinosaurs again?
Was that something I really even wanted to consider?
Nope. Zombies and Reavers were more than enough of an issue for the survival of the human race. I didn't need more apex predators on top of that.
