While Ryan, Martin, and everyone else were working tirelessly to clear Atlantic City or at least the specific area they planned to transform into their new permanent home, back on the main road leading into the city, the rest of the people who'd been left behind were simply trying to pass the time.
Some fighters had obviously stayed behind, positioned strategically at various points along their defensive perimeter just in case they needed to fight off any Infected that might wander toward their location from either direction. But overall, the atmosphere was surprisingly peaceful now, almost relaxed compared to the tension that had filled the air during the early morning departure.
It had been nearly two hours since the clearing teams had vanished into the urban landscape, and in all that time, only a handful of Infected had appeared near their position. Each one had been dealt with efficiently and without drama a quick engagement, a killing blow, and then back to waiting.
