The instant the zombie horde erupted, the people in the southern camp fled for their lives. The riot was utter chaos, with none of the bearing of an alliance army. Chased ever closer by the zombie masses, they had no ability to resist at all.
From the moment the zombie horde burst through the camp gates, biting and tearing ran rampant across the grounds. High-level zombies led the charge, howling as they rushed at the crowd. Torn-out organs, intestines, and chunks of flesh splattered everywhere, allowing the vast numbers of low-level zombies arriving behind them to crawl across the ground and devour them desperately.
The more than twenty thousand Southern Alliance Army soldiers who had been entrusted with such high hopes, after suffering heavy casualties in the civil unrest, were immediately plunged into a slaughter by the incoming zombie horde!
Blood soaked the land, while corpses and remains were buried across this southern battlefield!
The leaders of several regiments desperately gathered their troops to retreat. The fences at the rear of the camp were breached in force, and the alliance army split into several groups that fled in different directions. Yet even more people lost their lives here due to the crushing crowd.
An enormous mass of zombies charged in, smashing the place apart before pursuing the fleeing alliance army. There was no longer any uncertainty about this battle. How many of the alliance soldiers, disregarding formation as they fled desperately, could escape remained unknown. This camp had fallen and become a complete nest for zombies.
The zombie horde had erupted, the southern battlefield had fallen, and the Southern Alliance Army was either dead or fleeing. They could no longer form any force capable of fighting back.
The situation here had spiraled out of control too suddenly and directly, leaving