It sounded like the raging sound of the horns of war as the people seemingly shouted some war cries. The excitement, the happiness, and the pent-up resentment they had towards zombies turned those people into highly motivated fighters as they shouted even more.
"Kill!"
"Kill these assholes!"
"Come on, zombies! Are you afraid of me?"
The group of people in the maze tightly held into their weapons as an expression of excitement filled their entire faces. It was the final hurdle and they would be the victors when they kill all of the zombies!
They looked at the orientation of the place they were on then to the precisely calculated gaps between the vehicles where they stood to guard. The zombies only knew how to move forward, making their heads extremely vulnerable when they were squeezing forward.
