Lily knew very well that they would most likely get eaten or turned into zombies if they stayed here in their tree houses.
She was even worried that the trees would soon fall down once the larger or stronger zombies appeared.
The camp's defenses were strained. The wooden platforms creaked, and the ropes holding them groaned.
The zombies clawed at the trunks, their rotting fingers leaving streaks of decay. They all fought with desperation, blades and makeshift weapons clashing against undead flesh…
'This is getting bad… But as long as we survive this first wave, we can change location… The cave that was cleared by Shane's team must be a good place since it's narrower and a lot easier to protect.' Lily thought for a moment.
However, as she tried to encourage her fellow survivors, a problem finally appeared.
It happened—a large version of Jumper Zombie leaped, its elongated limbs propelling it toward the tree house where Lily and Elsa stood.
