An hour later, the four of them joined the others outside, where the air felt heavy with concern and uncertainty. The remnants of chaos lay strewn around, evidence of the battle they had faced. Groups huddled together, trying to piece together who was still alive and who needed help.
Xiang Yu scanned the faces around him. Their entire team was mostly unscathed, but there were some injuries that needed attending to. Bandages were wrapped hastily around arms and legs, and murmurs of pain broke through the tension-filled air.
Most of the citizens had fled, terrified by the attack. Many had been caught off guard by the zombies, some turned into grotesque creatures, while others lay torn to shreds on the ground. The sight was haunting.
It was a good thing Xiang Yu's army of the undead had took over and fought fiercely otherwise they would have been outnumbered and suffered more casualties.
