Hans and the small squad of scouts and attack dogs carried on with their advance to the sixth and the seventh floors.
The empty corridors were filled with scattered bones and dried remains, devoid from the presence of one more special invisible zombie.
Their stealthy, predatory behavior and reliance on ambushing prompted Hans to name them as Stalkers. To him, no other name was fitting than that.
"That creature has eaten everything else indeed."
The stench of the dead assailed his nose, eyeing the bits and pieces left on the scene. A few skulls laid barren on the sides, the cracked jaws and wide mouths evoking an untold horror of the past.
Hans slowly collected the scattered meteorite shards on each floor, reducing the psychic energy pervading the air. Adrian and Dmitri's pale faces blossomed back, their muscles relaxing from tautness.
Yet Hans worried of these mysterious meteorite shards, posing untold threat towards his progress and his growing army.
