One... two... three... four... fifteen... thirty... thirty-seven...
Like a tide, zombies rushed out of the villa in an endless stream.
Outside the iron gate, dense swarms of zombies had gathered around the Lincoln car and began piling onto it like a pyramid. It wouldn't be long before the vehicle was completely swallowed by the undead horde.
"We can't wait any longer!"
Watching the zombies gradually enveloping the car, Yasin grabbed the torch he had prepared earlier, lit it with a kerosene lighter, and hurled it forcefully at the Lincoln's fuel tank.
At that moment, the car was surrounded by zombies. Though Yasin's throw was precise, the torch struck several of the creatures clawing at the vehicle and bounced off harmlessly to the side.
The flames failed to ignite the leaking gasoline.
More zombies surged forward, their trampling feet threatening to snuff out the torch entirely.
"Damn it!"
Panic edged Yasin's voice.
An unforeseen complication had arisen.
