"..."
Everyone just stood there, speechless.
They were deep in the pitch-black forest now, nerves stretched tight. Eyes darted around, scanning every shadow. The underbrush was a mess, and some of the leaves were stained with dark, dried blood.
That was the trail left behind by the Zombie Horde.
Wherever the Horde passed, no mutated beasts dared linger. The area was eerily quiet—aside from the soft rustling of leaves, there wasn't a single sound.
"Looks like there aren't any monsters around here," Travis said, eyes narrowed as he scanned the darkness.
They'd already ventured deep into the woods, but still hadn't run into any real danger.
Maybe it was because Ethan's presence was just that overwhelming.
He'd scared Bighead so badly the guy probably pissed himself and ran back to the corpse nest with whatever was left of his crew.
"Well, that means we've got a pretty good shot at making it out alive," the big guy with the strength-type ability said with a goofy grin.
