A strange scene was unfolding on the other side of the Highway 320 guardrail.
A man and a woman were locked in combat with a Second Level zombie. Behind them, several men in military uniforms and a fat man were tangled up with a dozen or so other zombies.
"Hey, hey, hey, little lady! Hurry up and hold this zombie back! Your grandpa Ethan is about to get caught!"
Cynthia Grant casually summoned a slender vine, restraining the zombie that was about to bite Ethan Monroe, then finished it off with a single strike of her blade.
"Hey, you big oaf! Can you please get a grip? Cooperate! Do you know what cooperation means?" Cynthia Grant snapped, her tone sharp as she felt her superpower draining rapidly.
"The hell? Do you get it or not?! If your grandpa Ethan wasn't acting as a meat shield for you all, you think you'd have it this easy?"
Meanwhile, a little girl, hiding behind two adults, was intermittently launching flames at the Second Level zombie.
