85 Greetings, Grey Turner

-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_Fleur's Perspective-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-

There they were, running pass the alarming quantity of zombies, desperate upon reaching for the end goal of a haven. 

Even so, these zombies were persistent enough to even haul their fellow brethren just to reach the peak of the human's flesh. Despite the massive bullets fired by the surviving humans, their numbers weren't decreasing at all.

It is as if that their bodies were aligned from each other, sapping their friend's corpses for their own undead mortality. 

I could discern the situation from above the narrow trail. Our group also provided assistance to the running survivor.

"Here!" I hurriedly threw my last chemical battle high above the infected's reach, praying that it won't affect the human escapees from their sprint.