In his mind, this was a high-stakes gamble, a strategy to lure out the other threat lurking in the shadows—the zombies.
Duke knew the mutated rats weren't the only danger in the city.
The undead were scattered across the city, many were wandering aimlessly.
But they were drawn to sound.
Loud noises like the explosions he was creating would undoubtedly reach their decaying ears, pulling them toward this side of the city.
And that was exactly what Duke wanted. He was counting on it.
If he could attract a horde of zombies to the area, they would clash with the mutated rats, creating chaos and infighting between the two monstrous forces.
The rats, in their aggression and hunger, would likely turn on the zombies, and the zombies would do what they always did—attack anything that moved.
It was a risky play, but one Duke believed could buy them time and provide an opportunity to escape while their enemies were distracted, locked in combat with one another.
