Survivors

Half an hour later, Bronya and the others arrived at their destination.

It was a small town that looked completely abandoned. Compared to the city, there were fewer people here, and it was more remote... which also made it safer.

After all, fewer humans meant fewer zombies. Though "fewer zombies" was only in comparison to the city...

"Gunfire ahead. Masenna, go check it out!"

Not long after entering the town, they heard a burst of gunfire. Garcia immediately spoke to Masenna, the driver.

"Understood."

Masenna promptly drove toward the source of the gunfire.

They soon found a cargo truck loaded with supplies, its path blocked by a huge horde of zombies.

At that moment, only seven or eight survivors remained alive around the truck... everyone else had been brutally devoured by the zombies. Faced with the advancing horde, even with guns in their hands, they were about to be wiped out.

There actually were not that many zombies here, just over a hundred or so, but among them were several terrifying mutated zombies.

Aside from several giant bugs covered in tentacles, there was also a zombie butcher two or three meters tall, wearing a refined steel helmet and wielding an enormous chainsaw.

When bullets struck the bugs and the butcher, they did not fall like ordinary zombies.

The bugs, each as large as several people, had no visible heads, while the zombie butcher was protected by its helmet. Ordinary bullets could not harm them at all. Shots to other parts of their bodies... had little effect on zombies.

"Quick, fire! Don't let these things get close! Unless you want them to eat you bit by bit, then turn you into one of them!"

A blond young man held a submachine gun and continuously sprayed bullets at the zombies' heads.