"Ugh!"
Thomas groaned as his body hit the floor. The foul stench of the rot hit him like a truck. It was unbearable.
I can't even see anything!
He wasn't alone. Everyone who was left behind by the enforcers was there. Blindfolds were wrapped over their eyes as they were dragged to someplace else.
Soon after the second spire appeared, the zombies overwhelmed them. However, this time, the undead didn't kill any of them.
Some of them were bleeding, and some even had a missing limb or two, but all of them were alive. They couldn't understand why.
The humans had fought hard. They wiped out skeletons and around fifty zombies. Yet, the undead didn't even try to kill the humans.
It's not out of mercy. They must be after something.
Thomas wondered what he should do.
Defiance wasn't an option. Only about a hundred zombies overwhelmed them before. Now, judging by the intense smell of rot, he guessed there were over a thousand of them around.
