Chapter 8
Arian, setting foot in the cemetery, felt a strange discomfort emanating from below her feet and grimaced.
The ground, unearthed by the trappers, was no longer firm.
The surface lacked strength, feeling as though walking on a pile of crumpled paper.
Even just walking left distinct footprints, and with a slight push of the foot, it felt like the ground might collapse entirely.
With the ground like this, showing agile movements when needed was difficult.
Perhaps the zombie called a trapper set traps like this, hunting humans who unknowingly entered.
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On the other hand, Aiden, who was ahead, was carefully advancing on such ground.
However, even when he got somewhat closer to the nest, there was no sign of zombies popping out.
Could it be that the trappers had abandoned the nest, just as Arian had said?
If that were the case, it was a very strange occurrence.