Broken Wall

'Now it should go a little bit faster,' Mathew thought as he glanced over at the girl.

Yet, his eyes inevitably gravitated towards her partner, who was currently more busy with throwing hateful glares at Mathew than he was with picking up the stones.

"If you don't like it, feel free to leave," Mathew kindly informed his junior before turning his eyes back to more important tasks.

Namely, defending the two from the approaching group of zombies.

Just like it was the case with the matter in the wide universe, there were pockets dense with zombies to the point they would walk into each other.

For the last few moments, the backline of Mathew's group could rest a little. Not because the world suddenly turned kind, but because they just happened to be in one of the emptier pockets for a moment.

Yet, the eye of the storm would soon pass, putting them right back into a messy crowd of zombies.

"There is no end to them," Mathew muttered as he swung his ax.