265 Night night

The sound of boots hitting the fresh mud was the only thing audible. 

It was absolutely quiet in the forest, and perhaps here and there, whispers could be heard. 

Jake stopped for a brief moment once more, taking a look to the left, where the ravine that the zombie army had taken before. 

The tracks of the zombie army were still there, telling them exactly where they were coming from. And, the ravine was long enough to follow for quite a while. 

They knew that they were not going to get lost. Not even close. 

Tapping on his right knee, Jake kept up the pace. He was hoping he could cover a little more distance before they stopped. 

Ping!

[Time to stop. Its been twelve hours since we started and it is best if we stop right now.]

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