Three days later, the cleared strech of road finally met open ground. The soldiers pushed one more, shoving the black hatchback car aside.
The tires screeched along the asphalt, drawing a group of nearby zombies. Dmitri raised his gun and fired, blowing their heads apart in bursts of blood.
"Sector cleared. Road ahead is open."
He squinted, examining the unnatural orderly line of cars up ahead. This sight caught him off guard, suggesting the presence of another survivor group operating nearby.
"Everyone, take a rest," He raised a hand, signaling the team, "We'll continue after five minutes."
"Someone got ahead of us," Adrian walked over, puffing white smoke from the cigar between his fingers. "Who do you think these people are?"
"Don't smoke near me." Dmitri fanned his hands, "And how come your cigars are still here?"
"Hehe, youth must be explored and enjoyed," Adrian took another breath then grinned at Dmitri, "Want some?"
