The droplets of rain crashed against their faces as their hair swayed against the strong gusts of wind.
The horned ones were all making their ways up to the few remaining fleets above their heads.
Many fleets had fallen down as a result of the raid, their broken remnants could be seen on the street and roads beneath them as a result of this.
The others had escaped through the portals during the time he had been unconscious. This bugged him but there was nothing he could do.
Zombies rushed around the streets in chase of all the noise which was happening around them from the Horned one's movement.
Some were disorientated by the rain. The drops were scattering everywhere making them unable to create a distinction between which sound was which.
However many others were climbing up the buildings, Abnormals.