The next day, late in the evening, zombies with glowing red eyes started appearing at Shelter Barrier in Gunja-dong.

One of them, sitting on a chair, opened its mouth.

“How’d it go?”

"Well… It seems like the seventh officer has failed us.”

“Is she dead?”

“We haven’t confirmed her death, but her underlings aren’t moving anymore. The enemy we’re dealing with seems to be moving these immobile zombies elsewhere.”

“That means the seventh officer is dead.”

The sixth officer, who was sitting in a chair, clicked his tongue vigorously and furrowed his brow. The dong leader of Junggok-dong, sitting next to the sixth officer, spoke up.

“Sixth officer, I feel like we should change our plans.”

“Do you happen to have any good ideas?”

“Yes, in fact, there’s no need for us to go through Achasan-ro.”

“What do you mean? Then how are we going to move this many zombies?” asked the sixth officer, pointing at the zombie underlings around them.

There were well over five thousand zombies.

There was the sixth officer, the dong leader of Junggok-dong, and three decoys, also known as the penal units, under the sixth officer. That made it five zombies with glowing red eyes, with five thousand underlings under their control.

Even with this many underlings, though, they were hesitant to move, now that news had reached them of the vanguard’s annihilation.

The defenders of Shelter Seoul Forest seemed impossibly formidable. They didn’t dare to move hastily, since they had no idea how strong their opponents were.

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