At his side, one of the zombies jerked abruptly as if slapped by an invisible hand; small shreds of its worn jacket flew off at the shoulder along with an opaque drizzle of dark burgundy-colored flesh and dust. A second later it was followed by the sound of the shot that had caused it; it was a sniper, a sentinel positioned in one of the towers near the gates. He smiled disdainfully; the sniper’s aim was as bad as it could have been expected of a disgusting heathen. And would God not protect him, in any case, even from the projectiles forged by the hands of sin? He walked resolutely, zigzagging through the large amount of specters that was already all over the place. A lightning bolt cracked across the sky, bringing out a malefic shine in his large, cruel eyes. He reentered though another small door that led to the indoor pool, dragging one of the zombies with him. From there, he accessed the maintenance basements, which were empty, likely due to the early hour.
