Sierra Sullivan heard shouts of alarm before Hector Grant even came out.
Everyone's nerves were already stretched taut, so the sudden sound startled many of them.
The shouts came from the main entrance.
Soon, most of the people were running toward the gate.
Nathan Thorne quickly followed, his voice drifting back as he ran. "Wait here! I'll go see what's going on."
Watching Nathan Thorne run off, a bad feeling welled up inside Sierra Sullivan.
More than ever before, she wished her premonitions would be wrong.
But the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment.
Nathan Thorne came back quickly, his face pale. "This is... this is bad! More zombies and Aberrant Beasts are gathering outside. From the looks of it, there are even more than before, and they're stronger."
Nathan Thorne swallowed, his voice a few shades deeper than before.
"We... we might not be able to leave."
