"Something's wrong, it seems... Look, those Mutants' movements are odd, what are they doing? Why aren't they going inside?"
The tall and burly leader of the group spoke up again.
As everyone drew closer, they could see more.
In front of the cinema, indeed there was a group of Mutants gathered, around a dozen or so.
Some of these monsters wore tattered clothes, while others had just a few scraps hanging on them.
Their bodies were hunched, skin dark red, with abnormally developed arms, walking on the ground on all fours, resembling beasts more than they did at the start of the apocalypse.
At this moment, those Mutants gathered at the cinema entrance were all furiously crashing towards the inside.
But what confused everyone was, clearly there was nothing in front of them, yet every time they tried to break through, it was as if they touched something, firmly held back outside.
"What's going on there...?"
