After so much effort, they finally managed to regain the advantage, although it was difficult; they had somehow managed to neutralize them.
And all this thanks to Kodji, who allowed them to tip the scales in their favor.
Pieces of rotting flesh were scattered throughout the camp; it was a macabre sight, flesh stuck to the wall, limbs still moving, and the few rare heads that hadn't been Destroyed, she writhed, trying to bite people
Despite the fact that the situation seemed to be calming down, another danger was approaching in the distance.
It was another platoon of the undead, much larger and far too dangerous; how could they not have noticed them sooner? It was unthinkable. Such a large mass of corpses cannot go unnoticed.
While everyone hesitated in the face of the absurdity of the situation, the problem was already drawing closer; the time for questions was over, now was for action.
Everyone was armed; there was no question of letting anything get close anymore. They were all at gunpoint: automatics, semi-automatics, sniper rifles, even revolvers.Everything at their disposal, all the turrets were occupied, ready to fire, while on the ground they surrounded the gate with the muzzle of the cannon protruding from the gate.
But as he was about to fire, something unusual happened.
There, in the small clearing that separated the camp and the forest, were the undead, so numerous that many of them could still be seen from hundreds of meters away.
They were completely still, not moving at all, as if they had forgotten what they were doing. No, in fact, it was as if they were simply following someone's orders, but whose?
The anguish and incomprehension of the situation created a strange atmosphere among the survivors; no one knew how to react, and more or less no one had the strength.
Every second was hell, everyone's hearts were racing, everyone was strangely silent as if making no noise would save them from death Nevertheless, this heavy, imposing, and imposed silence gave way to something even stranger and unexpected.
Although the sound was very faint, a disjointed melody could be heard; it was both jarring and pleasant; at the time, no one could describe exactly what it was. Because he had never expected such a sound, which left only one option
Carin, without saying a word, only glanced briefly at his brother, who was on one of the turrets, and at the other Watchers; the goal was clear, determined where the melody was coming from
Kodji, observing the mass of walking corpses that had settled in the clearing, was scrutinizing every little suspicious detail about the Undead
After a few minutes he noticed something strange, a firm, motionless figure. Who was it?
Among the macabre pile of refuse, one figure stood out; where even with the effort to remain motionless, one could not stay upright, another was perfectly still.
He exuded a murderous aura; he wore a military camouflage suit completely stained with blood and mud, his face was covered with a gas mask. There were two straps that held two particular things; the first was connected to an automatic weapon, almost impossible to see from a distance.But what caught his attention was the second strap, which was connected to an audio player; judging by its size, it must have been very old, meaning that whoever had brought these problems Was he
"Carin!! He's the one in the military jumpsuit"
Without wasting a second, she climbed with her sniper rifle towards the turret where her younger brother was located.
She pointed her weapon at Kodji's finger, but it was already difficult to spot him; there were far too many people around. However, the thought that Carin wouldn't be able to locate her target was the understatement.
After aiming her sights in every direction, she finally spotted him. Immediately, she aimed for his head and prepared to fire; she didn't waste a second and pulled the trigger.
The force of the shot was so great that the sound of the explosion could be heard hundreds of meters away, briefly masking the melodious cacophony that seemed to control the Biters
Unsurprisingly, by the time the sound had filled the air again, the biters were rushing towards the portal.
However, the most important question remained unanswered: whether a way to control the biters truly existed, and if someone possessed such power, they had to be eliminated as quickly as possible.
When Carin looked through her scope again, her face filled with terror. She had executed her shot perfectly and was sure she had hit her target, but the reality was quite different.
The man who was threatening them was standing behind a gunman who had taken the bullet in his place, and was watching from the side of the neck of the corpse that had served as his shield. It was certain he was making fun of Carin, and that annoyed me to no end; she was about to take her second shot when her brother, who was standing next to her, stopped her.
"Don't shoot, if you do it it'll just drown out the music even more, we're already in bad enough trouble as it is."
"So what should we do then!"
"I get the impression he wants to talk, let's listen to what he has to say."
"It looks more like an ultimatum than a discussion!"
"we have no other choice"
As if with a premonition, the individual approached and crossed the crowd of undead, in order to get as close as possible to the fence; up close, he seemed much more terrifying. The sound of his breathing was enough to make the atmosphere heavy, and the music constantly playing from the radio they were carrying was indescribable, like a mixture of oddities.And melancholy
Everyone present knew perfectly well that if they killed him on the spot, nothing would guarantee their safety, because even if they were in possession of the radio, they wouldn't know how to use it.
Because the reason was very simple: the radio had been modified far too much; the only thing that still allowed it to be distinguished was the two speakers, which had already lost their grilles. Apart from that, the rest was just cables tangled together and connected with tape, and retouched.
Once he was close to the fence, he started the conversation.
"Who is your leader?"
With every word he uttered, a chill of terror gripped the 29 people standing there; his voice was deep and extremely disturbing.Perhaps it was his gas mask that amplified this feeling.
"Who are you, coming here to threaten us with your troop of corpses?!"
The person who had spoken attracted everyone's attention, creating a corridor of glances towards Denise, the old lady.
He laughed at Denise's audacity in asking such a question in such a situation.
"Me! I am the shepherd,And I am here to offer you an agreement.