Eric found his shooting was improving, as while Benson drove, he shot zombies with a submachine gun, and he was killing most of them with a single headshot.
It seemed that the magical powers he drew from zombies and lickers had given him an overall boost. His muscles, nerves and speed of thought had been strengthened, as well as developing his ‘sixth sense’.
Now, a regular zombie was like a slow-moving training target to Eric; they posed no real threat to him anymore.
A few minutes later, the jeep arrived at Warehouse 23. David said into the walkie-talkie: “Andy! Andy! Open the door of Warehouse 23!”
“Copy!” Andy replied.
With a roar, the door opened. Warehouse 23 was much smaller than Warehouse One. The width of the building narrowed the deeper you went inside and the
