Chapter 36 Extreme Battle

• Even with Maverick cutting through over 400 zombies, leaving rivers of blood and piles of shredded flesh in his wake, the numbers showed no sign of diminishing. Instead, they seemed to multiply, swarming toward him from every corner of the city. The thick smell of blood and decaying flesh in the garage mixed with the dense, yellowish radiation mist, creating an atmosphere of pure chaos.
• At first, Maverick had assumed only zombies within a 200-meter radius would be drawn to the commotion. But the ceaseless increase in their numbers told a different story. Something was calling them, pulling them toward this death trap. Was it the overpowering scent of spilled blood? Or was it the radiation mist amplifying their primal hunger?
• "No," Maverick muttered to himself, slicing through the jaw of an advancing zombie, splitting its head in two with sickening precision. "Zombies don’t have the intelligence to communicate." He discarded the thought but couldn’t shake the unsettling feeling that there was more to this than blind instinct. Something—or someone—was orchestrating this massacre.