Leo's eyes widened in shock as he followed Ryan's outstretched hand to the entrance of the building.
Beyond the building's entrance, a sea of the undead surged forward, an unrelenting tide of flesh and decay.
Hundreds—no, thousands—of zombies** flooded the street, their bodies packed so tightly together they looked like a single, writhing organism.
Their growls and snarls filled the air, a twisted symphony of hunger and death. The sound was guttural and relentless, like the rumble of a distant earthquake, growing louder with every passing second.
But it wasn't just the zombies that sent chills down Leo's spine.
Beyond the surging zombies, around the building, Leo sensed different types of monsters lurking seemingly in wait, patiently as if they knew their moment would come.
Leo clenched his fists lightly when he saw this.
'So this is why Ryan was so confident.'
He didn't need to fight Leo directly. He brought the fight to him.
