At a glance, there were maybe a hundred, two hundred zombies—nothing too threatening.
But soon, people noticed something strange. These zombies weren't like the usual ones. Their fingers and toes were webbed with a thin membrane, giving them an eerie, almost aquatic appearance.
"What the hell are these things?" Sean's sharp eyes scanned the scene, his voice calm but laced with tension.
Before anyone could answer, the zombies were already closing in, now only about 100 feet away.
The stench hit them first—putrid and damp, carrying a chilling moisture that clung to the air. It was suffocating, like decay mixed with the cold bite of rain.
"Kill them," Mia said coldly, drawing the tachi strapped to her back in one fluid motion. Without hesitation, she charged straight at the horde.
