Henry, Garrick, Sean, Big Mike, and Skinny Pete were still locked in a brutal fight, barely holding the line against the relentless tide of zombies.
Things had taken a sharp turn for the worse—three Tier 5 zombies had joined the fray.
Sean, Henry, and Garrick were each tangled up with one of the Tier 5s, while Big Mike and Skinny Pete were getting swarmed by a mob of Tier 4s. The group had long since been scattered, and every one of them was bleeding from multiple wounds.
It wasn't that they couldn't handle Tier 5s in a straight fight. The problem was the sheer number of undead pressing in from all sides. They had to fend off the elite while constantly watching their backs. The pressure was crushing, and it showed.
From a distance, Ethan and Chris caught sight of the chaos—and froze.
"Shit," Chris muttered, eyes wide.
