The team advanced, soon arriving near The Foundry.
Ahead was the main gate.
The dense horde of zombies seemed even larger than yesterday!
A quick glance revealed at least a hundred of them.
And that was only because of the limited space. Otherwise, there might have been over two hundred.
The zombies were a grotesque sight. Bulging eyeballs, deformed faces... Tattered scraps of what might have once been work uniforms or military fatigues clung to their bodies, revealing pieces of rotting flesh dangling precariously beneath. They wandered in packs around The Foundry's main gate. The sheer number and ghastly scene made even the scalps of seasoned Superpower Users tingle.
These zombies were highly sensitive to human presence, so Claire Chapman couldn't let the team get too close. Once they were at a suitable distance, she waved her hand, signaling for the squads to lie in wait.
