The dark-skinned zombie knew the layout of the nearby towns like the back of his hand. After all, he and his horde had been running guerrilla raids for a long time, surviving by looting flesh and blood from settlements all over the region.
His biggest dream? To grow strong enough to one day take over an entire town and claim it as his own undead stronghold.
But with only about a thousand zombies under his command, he clearly wasn't a match for someone like Lucien and his crew.
"Humans on the run? That's a rare resource—we can't let them get away. We need to take them down!"
"Yes, sir!" his elite zombie underlings growled in unison.
In the next instant, the entire horde began to mobilize. One by one, vicious figures darted through the shadows of the trees, sprinting toward their target with terrifying speed.
