The battle had not ended.
They had been fighting for more than two hours now, and the waves of zombies still kept coming, as if the night itself had turned into a curse.
The area was entirely filled with rotten moans and the shuffle of countless feet. The wet sound of tearing flesh and blood splashing. It had all become a constant background noise, almost like a nightmare that refused to end.
No matter how many zombies they killed, more just poured in. At first, there were just a few dozen, then a hundred, and soon they stopped trying to count.
They had never seen this many in one place before. Not even the survivors from the outer zones had ever mentioned anything like this.
Normally, a night attack would bring a few hundred zombies at most, but this time it was like the entire area had been emptied of the undead, only to gather them all at this one spot.
