Zombies dropped one after another, their bodies piling into a crude barrier that slowed the ones pushing from behind. Limbs tangled at unnatural angles, boots slipping on blood-slick concrete as the pile rose higher with each collapse. The wet thuds of falling corpses blended into a dull, rhythmic backdrop.
Leon watched without blinking, eyes tracking not the chaos but Roland's footwork - the precise economy of motion, the way every strike ended exactly where it needed to.
Roland really had been the loudest voice against rushing straight into the dorm - talking responsibility, risk, numbers - and now he'd taken the most demanding position anyway. He'd become the bait, drawing the monsters' attention and carving a corridor through them.
"He's not against saving people," Leon said calmly. "He's against dying stupid."
Natalia's jaw tightened slightly at that, though she didn't argue.
