Dart and Carl walked into the military zone, and it was far more organised than they thought. They looked side to side as they could see gunners set up in the buildings around them.
Then there wasn't a lack of vehicles that they were using either. There was even a team that seemed to be brewing makeshift molotov cocktails to use. Most likely having already run out of major supplies.
While walking, they had six men on them at all times. Each with guns pointed at them, and they were aiming at two areas: the legs, as well as the head. Not only that but they stayed a few metres away from the two as they walked through the base.
'They have learned a lot, no wonder they have survived this long.' Carl thought. 'At least the general seems competent. They seem to be preparing for a large-scale battle as well. I wonder if it's the demons or the Zombie Hunters that are giving them problems.'