The gatekeeper chuckled at the lookout's report. "Are you joking? How many times have we mistaken zombies for survivors?" He didn't take the lookout's words seriously.
He knew well that besides occasional rescue missions, survivors rarely lasted long outside due to the overwhelming number of zombies infesting every street. The zombies weren't just terrifying because of their sheer numbers, but also because of the difficulty in killing them, especially for civilians unfamiliar with their weaknesses.
"No, it's serious! They're heading this way," the lookout insisted.
"Sure, whatever you say" the gatekeeper replied dismissively, letting out another chuckle before setting down the radio and disregarding further calls from the lookout.
"Master, the bees have spotted a few black boxes moving in this direction," Bell informed Kisha through their telepathic link.
