By the afternoon, the area had settled again, but nobody treated the failed push lightly.
They gathered around a map spread across a wooden table while Dmitri leaned over it, still breathing harder than usual.
"Zolyah, have you traced the zombies' retreat?" He opened the discussion.
"I did," Zolyah stepped forward, fingers drawing a circle on the map. "They went here, to the east."
At the center was a small industrial area. Fish ports were situated nearby. Warehouses inched adjacent to them.
From the above, it formed an enclosed ecosystem—harvest, processing, storage, and transport.
The succeeding rows of buildings imitated its structure.
"It's a fish processing plant that migrated south," Yunera recalled. "The city's northern area was polluted. They didn't want to become jobless, so they went here."
"That doesn't say anything." Adrian shrugged, tossing a cracker into his mouth. "Are you telling me that zombies crave fish food now? It could all be a coincidence."
