A little further away from the research facility.
Dozens of zombie corpses were littered on the ground. Some were dismembered; some were torn apart, but all of them were dead.
In the middle of it all stood Carr's squad. Covered in the undead's blood. They looked like grim reapers, all of them except Alaric.
The doctor was busy doing his doctor things, collecting samples for research later. His actions almost made Carr believe the old man had intentionally let out a scream, and there were no flying monsters.
"Sir—"
"I know," Carr said, his fists clenched.
Just because they didn't lose any men didn't mean they couldn't have lost. He was about to use his gun when the last zombie fell. A second later, more zombies would have been on them following the gunshot.
When that happened, I'd put a bullet in your head first. Stupid bastard.
