They raised their rotten faces, squeezing out more concentrated, anxious roars from their throats. As the Sky Dome Train lowered further, the powerful thrust airflow pressed downward violently, creating a huge depression in the sea surface. The edge waves rolled and exploded into white foam, while fine sand on the beach was blown up, enveloping trash and rotten debris into patches of turbid sandstorms.
The zombie horde on the beach seemed to have been pushed by an invisible giant hand, their stiff bodies swayed unsteadily in the wind. Some, with already missing limbs, were directly blown to the ground. Golden sand was lifted by the surging airwaves and slammed hard against the zombies' rotten flesh and building remnants, producing a chaotic crackling sound.
Whoosh!
