Elsewhere on campus...
Ethan and his crew were back on the hunt for another mutated zombie.
With so many people on campus, the place was crawling with undead. Every few steps, they ran into another pack.
It didn't take long before Ethan spotted one.
"See that group over there?" he said, pointing toward a cluster of zombies shambling across a patch of grass. "One of them's mutated."
There were at least twenty in the group, probably drawn in by the emergency broadcast. The speaker on the lawn had already been smashed to pieces.
"Twenty's a lot," Chris muttered, frowning.
"Yeah, and there are other groups nearby. If this drags out, we'll have a whole damn horde on us," Ethan said.
"So… do we still go for it?" Henry asked.
"Of course we do. Mutated zombies aren't exactly growing on trees."
Ethan turned to Chris. "Think you can peel a few off? If we can thin the herd, this gets a lot easier."
