The warehouse in the northeast corner of the pharmaceutical factory, the area beside the fountain plaza, and the parking lot were densely packed with countless figures of zombies. They surged and roared…

Bizarrely, these zombies inside the factory seemed completely unaffected by the tide of millions of zombies outside. It was as if an invisible wall blocked the High Order zombies outside from controlling the low order zombies; their influence was completely nullified here.

They merely wandered aimlessly around the factory grounds at a sluggish pace, letting out low “URGH” sounds. They even turned a blind eye to the roaring engines of the convoy crashing into the factory and the footsteps of the people, acting like puppets devoid of desire.

From afar, they looked like puddles of rotting flesh haphazardly plastered over a corner of Omni Pharmaceuticals, bizarre and terrifying.

“Get inside. Don’t all crowd by the windows.”

“Be careful. There’s glass on the floor. Don’t step on it and make noise.”

Dozens of people huddled by the windows in the reception hall of the administration building, observing the outside in a panic. Kyle Keith and Dylan DuPont kept their voices low, struggling to maintain order amidst the chaos.

The members of the Sunset Squad still guarded the entrance of the factory, their eyes fixed on the outside. It wasn’t until Luna Dawson landed safely that their hanging hearts finally dropped. A trace of exhausted relief appeared on their faces.

Blake Blue had already used his superpower to lock the factory gates tight. Half a meter away from the iron fence, which was barely two meters high, the surging zombies frantically crushed against each other and roared. They vainly threw in weak little sparks and Wind Blades, yet they never dared to reach out or step past the barrier of the fence.

From a distance, the zombies outside looked like a viscous tide composed of putrid, rotting meat, completely submerging every inch of land outside the factory. The dense sea of heads surged in the night, extending all the way to the horizon.

“God, every zombie in the entire city must be here…” Miles Dawson muttered. He followed closely behind Luna Dawson and Rhonda Dawson, his gaze occasionally darting to the factory’s perimeter. His voice carried an unconcealable dryness, and his tone was full of panic.

“Damn it… What kind of hellhole is Decron? Could it be a breeding nest for High Order zombies?” Aaron Palmer’s impatient voice rang out, still tinged with the lingering fear of having barely survived. Remembering the overwhelming tide of zombies and the bizarre monsters outside just moments ago, chills still ran down his spine, prompting him to curse.

“Look to the northeast of the factory. Those zombies are completely ignoring us,” Blake Blue said. He held a pair of binoculars, carefully adjusting the focus. His gaze was firmly locked on the fountain area, his tone carrying a hint of confusion.

Following the direction he pointed, hundreds of bizarre figures could be seen sprawling on the roofs of several factory buildings. They were densely packed and layered on top of each other, making everyone’s scalp tingle and their bodies tense up.

Those figures were actually human-headed spider Patchworks. Like a swarm of ants surrounding a delicious cake, they clung densely to the factory roofs, the walls, and the surrounding ground. When motionless, they looked like grotesque statues, exuding a bone-piercing chill.

Many more of these spider monsters were busy spinning webs. Using both their hands and feet, they nimbly dangled from the factory roofs to the middle of the walls, climbing and weaving back and forth. Their every move looked as if they were patrolling their exclusive hunting grounds.

Kevin Keane also observed through his binoculars. As his gaze swept across the factory roofs, he locked eyes with a few spider monsters that were rotating their heads and scanning their surroundings. Their eyes were pitch-black and freezing, devoid of any reason, containing only primal bloodlust.

Yet, those spider monsters seemed to completely ignore the group’s presence. They continued to freely climb and leap between those factory buildings. The way they defied gravity, crawling in clustered layers, sent chills radiating from the bottom of everyone’s hearts and down their spines.

Rhonda Dawson gripped Luna Dawson’s hand tightly. Her voice was strained, laced with panicked disbelief. “Spider monsters? What kind of place is Decron? It’s like a crazy Zootopia! There are these Patchworks everywhere!”

Kevin Keane withdrew his gaze, sweeping it over the fragmented human remains scattered across the factory grounds. His tone remained calm as he said in a deep voice, “Let’s go inside first. Once we find the entrance to the research lab, perhaps we can find the answers we’re looking for.”

By this time, Kyle Keith and Dylan DuPont had already emerged from the administration building and were waiting for everyone at the entrance.

Dylan DuPont spoke slowly, his tone grave. “There are obvious signs of a massacre inside, but you can tell it happened months ago. A lot of the human tissue is already highly decomposed.”

As the group walked into the administration building, those who had originally been crowding the doors and windows to peek outside instinctively shrank back. The hall was packed tightly with people and bags, extremely crowded and chaotic.

The gun on someone’s back accidentally bumped into the chin of the person behind them. The victim muttered a few low curses, but the sound was quickly muffled by the noisy chatter of the crowd. No one dared to make a loud fuss, terrified of attracting the zombie horde outside.

Indoors, the foul stench of rotting corpses mixed with the sour smell of everyone’s wet clothes and body sweat. Someone was crouching in a corner, hurriedly pouring out the accumulated water from their shoes and wringing out their soaked clothes with all their might. The SPLASH of the water sounded exceptionally clear in the quiet hall.

Dylan DuPont pulled out a map of the factory from his backpack and spread it out for everyone to see. Only the R&D building had an elevator that led directly to the underground research lab.

His tone was serious. “There is only one exit to this building, which is the main entrance we just came through. Everyone must remember not to wander around recklessly to avoid any accidents.”

Subsequently, several speed Superpower Users volunteered to scout ahead, running through the entire administration building first. If they found any zombies, they would clear them out in advance to prevent attacks from both sides.

All thirteen floors were completely empty. Aside from overturned office supplies everywhere, there wasn’t even a single stray zombie. It was as if all the zombies in the factory had been drawn away by something in the northeast corner.

“Vice Commander, we’ve checked the whole building. There are no signs of living people, nor did we find any traces of zombies,” Silas Grant reported. The Third Order speed Superpower User from the Genesis Vanguard had quickly run back to report his findings to the team leader, Dylan DuPont. His tone carried a hint of relaxation.

Upon hearing this news, everyone let out a soft breath. Their long-tense nerves could finally relax a little. A trace of exhausted relief appeared on their faces, though they still didn’t dare to slack off in the slightest.

Dylan DuPont nodded slightly, turning to look at William Walsh and his sister. He spoke slowly, “Alright, we’ve safely entered the factory. You two, please lead us to the R&D building.”

William Walsh gently patted his sister, who was still shaken, and softly comforted her. He then entrusted her to Ian Wyatt’s care while he took the lead, voluntarily guiding the way with a vigilant look still on his face.

The crowd followed behind him, walking across the twisting and turning skybridges. The path was completely unobstructed. Let alone High Order zombies, not even a low order zombie appeared. This bizarre tranquility made everyone feel a faint sense of panic in their hearts.

Luna Dawson and her group brought up the rear of the procession. They explored every place they passed, storing any supplies that caught their eye into her spatial storage.

They had suffered quite a bit on this trip. It would be a real disservice to themselves if they didn’t grab more supplies.

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