Twenty-seven

"What are they doing?" She murmured under her breath, lowering the bow and walked closer to the ledge of the tower.

She peered over the edge and watched the zombies scramble around, looking everywhere as if they are being hunted by a predator. Jannah couldn't understand what is happening except for the fact that all of them have backed away from the gates and scattered.

She could not stop her heart from pounding as she watch them run around outside the town.

At this point, the sun is already setting on her left and the moon is already peeking from the right. Such a beautiful sight would be admired by the nobles if it were not for the start of the outbreak.

A breeze went past her body, whipping the stray strands of her hair to the back of her head. The cold air of the evening are now whistling past of her face to her ears, causing for the hair on the back of her neck to stand up.