Screech!
The APC came to a halt at a walkable distance away from Master Abraham and Roy.
And Donald jumped out with a high-tech shotgun slung across his shoulder.
Right then, Master Abraham and Roy were still engaging the weak undead. With no leader to lead them, the hard part was behind them.
Now, all that was left was to reap EXP.
Donald approached cautiously and began to shout from a distance, "Abe! Roy! We need to leave NOW!"
"The gate is problematic! We have to leave!" He added. Undead were particularly problematic for regular humans, so Donny had to be careful.
Master Abraham and Roy glanced back at him but were still engaged in their battle choreography, so they couldn't pay him much mind.
But both knew that for him to come to the battlefield, there was surely an issue on the ground.
'What's wrong?' Roy thought after decapitating another abysshound.
The remaining undead numbered less than fifteen at this point, and it didn't take long before…
