As the two chatted about warm, everyday things, the commotion below the flying carpet gradually quieted. The screams and roars were gone, leaving only the occasional mindless "urrgh" from the zombies.
They seemed able to sense the living presence within the city. More and more zombies staggered out of the distant White Frost, arms stretched before them, their miserable faces still frozen in the final breath they had drawn before death, turned to frost upon their beards and eyebrows.
Tir Na Lia's city gate stood fifty meters tall and over a hundred meters wide, large enough for a Legion to march out in formation. Yet now the zombies were scratching at the enormous engraved metal gates with their nails, like zoo animals pawing at their food bowls.
The birth of large numbers of zombies also meant the emergence of many Special Infected. They were entirely the fruits of chaos; no one knew what abilities the next Special Infected might display.
That gave Su Ming something to enjoy: guessing with Ciri what abilities the different Special Infected possessed.
Though Ciri did not want to watch this poisoned massacre, she still liked games. She had always been a mischievous girl.
She might have been a little reluctant at first, but once Su Ming used chocolate to tempt her into guessing, she quickly fell in love with this game, which was like guessing license plates.
The only difference was that this was harder. Back on the streets of New York, guessing license plates only meant figuring out whether a number was odd or even. Here, it was not a multiple-choice question.
"I think that one's a speed-type zombie. Its special ability is probably jumping like a frog." Ciri pointed out a Special Infected among the horde. It looked somewhat like a hairy Licker