Dum… dum… dum…
A heavy marching sound echoed across as Lucien and his army, four thousand strong, moved across the city. The dark green clouds lit up as the sun turned them light green, bringing more clarity to the environment.
Only the steady sound of soles hitting the ground echoed across the city.
The city had a desolate view, as rotten bodies were everywhere. A repugnant scent filled everyone's nose. This created an aura of death, as everyone felt their skin crawl.
But it was also a sign, a warning, and a result of what change could do to humanity in a month.
In a month, communication was lost. In a month, families were scattered, loved ones were lost.
In a month, humanity—the undisputed apex of Earth—had crumbled and become nothing but prey for zombies.
Across the soldiers, fear gripped their hearts. Even with them being Semi-Awakeners, even with various cold weapons in hand, memories and horror of the zombie apocalypse at the start flashed through their eyes.
