One after another, the strange zombies were slain. Still, the chosen were on alert. Not because of the zombies, but because of all the noise those explosions made.
It was unlikely that the evolved beasts didn't hear them. To be safe, they set up extra guards and agreed to take turns staying awake and resting.
As for the dust, they rubbed it off and returned to their duties.
Meanwhile, the blood rain outside continued to patter against the walls. Somehow, it felt soothing, despite the disgusting smell, as people fell asleep.
As for the guards, it was a boring night. Other than the exploding zombies, nothing graced them with their presence.
No zombies, no mutants, and no humans.
"It must be the rain," one guard mumbled. "The rotting smell must have scared the mutants."
"Maybe…" another guard said, yawning. "Man, I need to sleep."
The other guys nodded as the guard stepped inside. He crouched beside a man wrapped in a filthy blanket and reached to shake his bare shoulder.
