The leader of the guards held his hammer tightly as he realized the identity of the enemy.
"I remember now… That's the leader of the Wild Shelter nearby!" He hissed, his voice was also filled with dread, making those other Survivors who heard his words nervous.
As the news spread, they all realized they were in trouble.
They had previously sent scouts to the Wild Shelter nearby and confirmed that it was a territory that was very difficult to conquer. After all, they have machine guns and various traps protecting their Shelter!
Furthermore, the elites of their Clan had been sent on a mission to clear a Zombie Den! They haven't returned yet, and it would most likely take plenty of time to return.
"Not good…"
"Battling against them in close combat will be tough."
"The shelter owner is a Necromancer for sure."
"Sir Marlon, they're getting closer. We only have one full moon clip each!"
Marlon, the leader of the guards, frowned.
