Before Grace could have replied to Rune's statement, the walkie-talkie crackled to life.
Barely a second later, Davian's familiar voice came through the device. "We have got movement. Two o'clock, a horde heading straight for us."
Grace's hands tightened on the wheel as she spotted the said incoming mass of zombies. They were fast, ravenous, and relentless. Their decayed bodies were jerking unnaturally as they surged toward the two SUVs.
"Perfect," she muttered before adding, "Guys, hold on."
Without hesitation, she slammed her foot on the accelerator. The engine roared as the SUV surged forward, aiming straight for the heart of the horde. The first impact was jarring as the reinforced bumper plowed through the creatures, sending limbs and torsos flying in grotesque arcs.
