Led by the siblings, the foreign wanderers were fighting an arduous battle against the zombies. Most of them did not know about zombie raids. Only Mirelle and Anselm knew about them, thanks to the Auction House. However, they often forgot that more than five people were not allowed to gather in one place. And every time, the result was always like this.
"Hiyap!"
Anselm's long knife and wooden sword violently cleaved a zombie's skull. He was strong enough to fight several zombies, or even one or two ghouls, but the current situation was still a bit too much for him, since there were too many zombies. On top of that, there was a ghoul mixed in among them, which made it far harder.
"Master Anselm, we can't keep going like this!"
Screams rang out one after another. To add to their misery, their numbers, already small, kept shrinking.
