A wide road stretched ahead, packed with people running for their lives.
Behind them, seven figures gave relentless chase, cutting down anyone who lagged behind.
This time, Ethan clearly had no intention of letting them go.
Since they'd come knocking, they might as well stay here—permanently.
Seven people chasing down over a thousand. The scene was so absurd it looked like something out of a fever dream.
But it was real.
The fleeing mob had been completely broken. After the earlier slaughter, they'd lost all will to fight. All they wanted now was to get as far away from Ethan's squad as possible.
Unfortunately, the chaos of their stampede created a massive commotion.
Even though the path had been cleared earlier, the sheer noise and movement drew attention—and not the good kind.
Zombies.
From every direction, they began to appear, drawn by the sound and scent of panic. Dozens, then hundreds, swarmed toward the fleeing crowd.
Panic turned to horror.
