The horde scattered, leaving the entire street empty.
Everyone's eyes widened in surprise and suspicion, gradually turning into panic and unease.
Ordinary zombies couldn't possibly possess the intelligence to evade artillery fire.
There must be high-level zombies issuing commands to these ordinary ones.
But even a commander zombie couldn't possibly control so many at once.
The most likely possibility was that there was an even higher-level zombie lurking in the dark.
"Stay alert, send the drones to check it out," came the order over the radio.
The command was transmitted through the walkie-talkies.
The armored vehicle's cannons faced forward, machine gunners focused intently with their fingers tight on the triggers, ready to respond to any sudden danger.
Two drones rose into the sky.
They circled the buildings up ahead to survey the state of the horde.
