Level 1 zombies might have been faster and stronger than their level 0 counterparts, but their meager improvements were useless against her. Their bites shattered their teeth harmlessly against her hardened metal skin, while their claws broke off the moment they tried to rake her.
To Evelyn, these creatures weren't monsters at all; they were nothing but toothless tigers throwing themselves into the grinder.
As the battle against the zombie wave dragged on, three rotations had already passed, more than an hour of nonstop fighting. Exhaustion was setting in, and despite their efforts, the horde kept pressing forward.
The survivors could feel it: the line was slowly being pushed back, the undead creeping closer and closer to the shelter walls. Panic began to spread among those watching from within.
