Objectively speaking, this control hall was probably the last small safe zone in the entire base—though it looked like it was on the verge of collapse as well.
For the moment, they hid in a corner of an overhead corridor, not daring to expose themselves rashly as they silently peered down at the scene below.
This place, too, was currently under siege by a massive horde of zombies.
After all, among the infectious types, zombies were undoubtedly the kind of trouble that multiplied the fastest in a densely populated base.
"There should be someone smart in there. By controlling the switches for multiple nearby internal passageways, they blocked and redirected some of the most dangerous monsters into other areas. Then they deliberately kept a large number of zombies nearby as a barrier, preventing the material-damage monsters from breaking through."
Others might not have seen the logic behind it, but Batman was clearly not among them. He quickly noticed the tactical design at work.
Especially now, after failing to break through for so long, several figures wearing ghastly white masks seemed to have finally lost patience with the obstacles and hard metal surfaces. They turned and passed through the corpse horde, heading up a long staircase toward a passage leading to another area. The zombies truly ignored them, allowing them to leave on their own—
The masked killers' departure undoubtedly confirmed Bruce's assessment.
But for some monsters that could hardly be said to possess any thinking ability—the word "give up" naturally did not exist in their dictionary.
Near the tightly sealed metal wall below, there was a zombie with huge tumors covering its chin. Its body was bloated like a mountain of flesh, its skin gray and dark, covered in enormous gray pustules that looked grotesque and ugly.
Especially its enormous