Stomp, stomp, stomp.

I heard their footsteps approaching.

The ground rumbled and my senses started to tingle, stimulated by the overwhelming sound.

I could hear Do Han-Sol swallow. I saw him trembling, the walkie-talkie still in his hand.

When I touched his shoulder, he jumped in surprise. I wondered how nervous he had to be, to react so sensitively to even the slightest touch.

'Don't be nervous. I’ll take care of the strong ones.’

‘Mr. Lee Hyun-Deok…’

Do Han-Sol trailed off, then schooled his features into an expression of determination and gave me a sharp nod.

Four hundred meters… Three hundred meters… Two hundred meters… One hundred meters.

The moment they came within our reach, I looked at Do Han-Sol and nodded. Do Han-Sol shouted into the walkie-talkie as if he’d been waiting eagerly for it.

“Fire in the hole!”

Moments later, explosions rocked the northern side of Achasan-ro. The guards in Seongsu 2-ga, 3-dong were hurling grenades toward the zombies.

We didn’t have explosives to plant on the streets, but grenades were enough to hold them off.

However, the zombies entering Seongsu 2-ga, 1-dong showed no signs of surprise, and rushed toward me and Do Han-Sol after hearing the explosions.

I gave my underlings a signal to attack as I jumped down to the first floor.

Since we were outnumbered, I couldn’t just sit around on the rooftop and give orders. I had to reduce the number of zombies...