The pitch-black night sky was suddenly set ablaze, glowing blood-red under the surge of firelight.
"Ugh—!"
Something in the flower field stirred, letting out a piercing, bone-chilling shriek. Then, from beneath the scorched earth, rotting hands clawed their way up—one after another, zombies began to emerge.
The flickering flames cast eerie shadows across their grotesque faces, making them look even more deranged and savage.
Travis and the others froze in horror.
"There's that many of them?!"
"They were hiding under the flower field this whole time..."
"We're screwed. We're seriously screwed this time."
"..."
The zombies came in droves—like demons crawling straight out of hell. In the blink of an eye, the field was swarming with them, easily numbering in the thousands.
