Five minutes earlier, Muchen and his companions perched atop one of the warehouse shelves, their eyes wide with terror as they observed the growing horde of zombies below.
The guttural growls of the creatures reverberated through the vast space, attracting more undead from the shadows.
The once-secure warehouse had become a death trap, with shelves trembling under the relentless assault of the zombies' combined strength.
Each creak and shudder of the metal racks sent waves of panic through the group.
The young girl clung to the edge, her knuckles white, tears streaming down her face. "I don't want to die! I don't want to die!" she whimpered, her voice barely audible over the cacophony below.