The number of zombies increased, roaring furiously. Despite crashing into the black car with their flesh, they did so without hesitation.
The dull sound of flesh hitting the car was incessant.
One zombie after another rushed forward, sacrificing their rotting bodies. Their heads shattered, turning into a heap of black flesh lying on the ground.
This pile of black flesh barely caused the black car to make a thud as it passed, unable to make any ripples.
As the decayed bodies piled up, the car finally came to a stop.
The one-armed Base Commander cursed under his breath and got out of the car without hesitation.
The Base Commander exuded a cold aura. Though he was in his forties or fifties, he looked like he was only around thirty, with bulging muscles underneath his clothes, containing immense energy.
"Roar—"
As soon as the Base Commander appeared, the scent of flesh intensified, and the zombies' roars grew even more fierce and impassioned.
