"Charge!"
A thousand elite Alpha Zombies surged onto the battlefield like a tidal wave of death. Their movements were swift and precise, their bodies lean and powerful—like a thousand blades slicing straight into the heart of the Zombie Horde.
They didn't flinch at the gnashing teeth of lesser undead. Their enhanced bodies were built for war, and even when wounded, the Y-virus coursing through their veins healed them in seconds.
Wherever they passed, it was like a swarm of locusts tearing through a field—enemy zombies were shredded to pieces, black blood spraying, limbs flying. It was a slaughterhouse, a living meat grinder.
The moment the elite hit the field, the difference was obvious.
Each one of them could take on ten regular zombies without breaking a sweat. Together, they were a force of nature.
These thousand killing machines were worth more than ten thousand of the enemy's horde.
