Julian Ford and Cole stood on Josie Quinn's left and right, moving with a practiced understanding.
Julian Ford commanded the group's advance, while Cole directed the combat.
The large group instantly transformed into a swift-moving current, weaving through the narrow passage that Jude Sheffield had "torn open" with noise.
Everyone held their breath, even swallowing with the utmost care, terrified that the slightest sound might draw the attention of the nearby zombie horde, which surged like a black tide, its roars deafening.
The icy air that filled their lungs carried the thick stench of rot and blood, and every breath felt like a blade slicing through them.
Even so, the presence and movement of such a large group inevitably alerted some of the more perceptive zombies on the periphery of the horde.
Their murky eyes swiveled, and with a roar, they broke off from the main throng to lunge toward the group!
