Led by the Frostplate Zombie King, the horde pushed forward toward Mirevale, cutting a path through barren wastelands and treacherous swamps.
Wherever the Zombie Horde passed, other creatures scattered in terror. The unlucky ones who didn't get out of the way fast enough? They became snacks for Bulldozer, Laura, and the others.
It wasn't long before their destination came into view.
Mirevale was a wreck—nothing but ruins blanketed in thick snow. The whole place looked like a ghost town, except for the wandering undead. Zombies shuffled through the collapsed buildings, some standing eerily still, others dragging their feet with low, guttural growls. Their twisted faces were frozen in grotesque snarls.
At the heart of the corpse nest, elite zombies prowled the ruins, led by two Zombie Kings.
