Neha remained blissfully unaware of the disaster at the naval base. Her own army kept charging ahead.
It didn't matter that the initial army had halved by the time they reached their destination. The remaining half wasn't in great shape either.
Five hours of tireless hiking even tested the resolve of the chosen. Forget about the unawakened, as they were left to turn into husks. None of them had the strength left to move, but Neha didn't care about that.
She had them whipped into shape until they turned into obedient dogs. They were needed for a purpose, and Neha would have them fulfill it.
"What happened to this place?" Min asked, voicing everyone's thought.
The Carmel Valley they remembered was a place for the well-off. However, all they saw was a bottomless pit.
The buildings had disappeared into a massive crater filled with zombies. In the middle of it all was their target, the zombie king, or the Headless, which it was until it evolved.
