Zarek moved like a flash of silver and fluttering clothes. He didn't wait for an order, as though he didn't have the slightest ounce of patience within him.
The moment he pulled open the doors of the truck, he had already taken heads.
Turned of all kinds littered the region, the population density of a real city finally rearing the ugly head of the troubles it could bring. A city like this one would have had a population of upwards of ten million, and at least 60 to 70% of them would have become Turned.
As far as Zarek was concerned, though, that was just threatening him with a good time.
It had been a while since he had completely unleashed himself on a killing rampage. Maybe it was about time he did so.
His thoughts were only singular.
Establish himself.
"Follow close behind me, babe. This party's only going to end one way."
