After a while, the human screams faded completely, leaving only the grotesque sounds of zombies feasting. A few crows pecked at scraps of flesh scattered across the ruins.
It was nearing dusk now. The setting sun, blood-red on the horizon, cast an eerie glow over the scene, creating a surreal and haunting picture.
Once the bloody feast was over, the zombie horde dispersed, each returning to its own place.
Ethan, however, didn't head home. Instead, he wandered along the edge of his territory, with Bulldozer trailing behind him. Overhead, a few crows circled, giving the whole scene the vibe of a leader inspecting his domain.
Bulldozer silently prayed, Please, no more humans or other creatures showing up right now. Just let it be quiet.
As they walked further, the distant sound of rushing water grew louder until he found himself standing by a river.
