The camp was in chaos as they were facing a wave of beasts trying to tear the walls or break it apart.
He flew over them from above and a black spear with a cyan blade appeared in his hand and he fell from above and landed on the floor, knocking a lot of other small animals apart.
Dexter noticed that there seemed to be a lack of zombies in the mix. He stared at the wolf in front of him which growled.
It's claws were bright orange, as if they were heated iron. It has thick fur with parts of its body on fire. It's fangs were peeking out of its mouth as it growled towards Dexter and Dexter breathed, he was calm as ever.
He took a stance and charged at the wolf.
People back at the camp were busy using all sorts of skills to kill the creatures coming towards them.
A guy looking like a rockstar was holding two sickles and he swung them around skillfully, even going into the horde of monsters.