The number of zombies wasn't high; there were more corpses, all kinds of corpses, with deaths manifesting in a myriad of forms.
Some had been shot, some stabbed, and others hit by vehicles, then piled up like garbage across the camp, gnawed into pieces by passing Evolution Beasts.
Roughly estimated, this camp had about four to five hundred people, men, women, old and young, and not a single survivor.
The air was suffused with the scents of blood, scorching heat, and a deeper smell of decay.
The alert team silently sent the unaltered scene photos and data to the train's front, and everyone who saw this scene felt a weight in their chest, as if a mass of water-soaked old cotton stuffed their airways, making breathing difficult, yet heavily clinging there.
Onward to the east.
After about sixty kilometers, a second camp appeared within view.
