On Highway 320, the expressway to Azuregard City, all sorts of cars and trucks were strewn about crookedly, blocking the path for all travelers.
The ground was covered in dried bloodstains and reeked of the acrid, dry smell of zombie brains. Under the afternoon sun, the stench only fermented, becoming a nauseating odor that tested the senses and stomachs of everyone present.
Flora Bloom had Vert and the golden cicada remain high in the sky on lookout, making sure they weren't spotted by anyone else.
"Captain Lawson, I have to warn you. When we're holding off these zombies in a moment, whatever you do, don't go past that red Mercedes over there. Another thirty-odd zombies are lying in ambush on that side. If we make too much of a commotion, we might alert them too."
Although Flora Bloom said this, she was thinking something else entirely.
Level one zombies had no intelligence; once they formed a horde, they rarely split up unless something more enticing drew them away.
