Rotting mess

"Perimeter secured!" Nadia shouted, barely managing to hold back her smirk.

Even if they turned into efficient zombie hunters in the span of just a little bit more than three days... They weren't any sort of military. And yet, ever since Mathew started to use this kind of language, Nadia didn't really mind humoring him and following his example.

"Everyone, good luck!" Mathew then shouted. He then swung his saber, casting the blood off its blade before putting the weapon back into its sheathe.

Securing the area was only the first step of the plan. It was good that they managed to achieve it so quickly, but it wasn't a real reason to celebrate yet.

"May your harvest be bountiful!" Leila shouted back while giggling, only to move to the back of the half-circle of the cars, ready to intercept any and all zombies that would pass either through the barricade of cars from the front or through Daria and the two hunters to the back.