Zombies Be My Wrath
"Why is it so loud this early..."
His voice was cut off.
On the screen back in the bunker, Julian's pupils widened. He froze as if someone had cast a curse on him.
The once-bustling downtown streets had become a hellscape.
Burning vehicle wrecks were everywhere. Torn flesh and innards littered the ground, and hundreds, maybe thousands, of bloodstained zombies staggered through the streets.
One zombie lay sprawled on the hood of a sedan, greedily gnawing on a human leg.