Dozens of infected clung to the sides of buildings like insects.
Some skittered sideways, others crawled on all fours.
Their arms twisted like they were built for it. Bodies pressed against concrete, fingers clawing for grip.
He lowered the binoculars.
'This isn't good. They're slower than the jumpers, but there's way too many. It's like watching a swarm of spiders.'
Although he'd make it out, the others probably wouldn't.
Only Jun and Kana had a real chance if those things swarmed them.
And they weren't the only problem. Just past the field, in the middle of the road, stood the bulk of the infected.
Packed tight in rows, shoulder to shoulder. There was no movements.
Just standing there—silent, still, as if waiting for a command.
"Weird. This doesn't look like a horde… it looks like a formation. "
Jun nodded. "They've been like that for the past ten minutes."
He kept watching. The longer he looked, the clearer the pattern became.
