The thundering of hooves filled the air as the horse sped down the winding road, Ren, Lilith, Thorn, Elias, and Valen galloping at full speed.
Their cloaks flapped behind them, dust kicking up beneath the pounding of their horses. The wind stung their faces, biting at their skin, but none of them slowed. They'd been keeping to the same pace for a week and a half.
Then Ren raised a hand.
"Halt."
The group slowed, hooves skidding against packed dirt, as a small horde of infected came into view ahead. They stumbled from the tree line, howling as they spotted the riders. Their bodies were gaunt and bloated, red eyes glowing with unnatural rage and hunger.
"Here we go again." Thorn muttered, rolling his eyes. "Can't this Red Prophet dude get the memo? He's just throwing zombies away by sending them to us."
"You do know that battles of attrition are a thing right?" Ren stared at the horde. "He could be trying to wear us down.
