Sean and the others made their way down the stairs, dispatching the few zombies they encountered with practiced ease.
When they reached the first floor, Sean glanced back at the crowd trailing behind them—dozens of people, all wide-eyed and jittery. He frowned but said nothing, just turned and kept moving.
They cut through a few dorm buildings and entered a patch of greenery. Up ahead, a cluster of zombies was circling a hidden speaker, heads twitching in confusion. The recorded human voices playing from it had clearly thrown them off—sound without a source was more than their rotting brains could process.
Sean raised a hand, signaling the group to follow him around the perimeter.
The crowd obeyed, moving as quietly as they could. Everyone knew the stakes. No one dared to breathe too loud.
