The entire city erupted into chaos. The guttural roars of zombies echoed through the streets as grotesque faces emerged one after another, quickly merging into a massive horde—more than fifty thousand strong.
A single glance revealed an overwhelming sea of undead.
Attacking San Bernardino was no small feat. Nightmare knew better than to charge in recklessly. Instead, he planned to lead the Zombie Horde to the outskirts first, scouting the area.
Once reinforcements from San Diego arrived, they would launch a full-scale assault.
Nightmare, along with Scissorhands, Toxin, and the other Zombie Kings, led the monstrous tide toward San Bernardino.
The horde surged forward like a biblical plague of locusts, an unstoppable force sweeping across the land. The sheer scale of it was breathtaking.
Their eyes burned with bloodlust, their presence radiating pure menace. After being suppressed for so long, they finally had their chance for revenge.
