The people who had come out were ready to risk their lives. It had taken all of their will to muster up the strength to come out here to fight against the zombies. Some of them had even bid their last farewell to their loved ones, including children, older relatives and significant others.
The sheer sound outside gave them an idea of how many zombies were coming towards them, and based on the worried look on the faces of those they had relied on so far, their chances didn't look hopeful. In the end, there was one person who had convinced them.
Seeing Ryan risk his life so confidently, they felt guilty, extremely guilty that someone else would be fighting on their behalf while they sat inside and did nothing. In the end, if they didn't come out to help Ryan and others to fight back against the zombie herd, it would only hasten the inevitable.
Seeing the zombies in front of them they were all ready to attack, but something in their bodies weren't allowing them to move. It was fear, many of them had seen what would happen if they were to be bit, they would become one of them. In many ways, that was worse than dying. This was the fear that had planted their feet in the ground.
However, they were all now left speechless as they witnessed three people walk into the group of zombies like they were nothing and quite similarly, they were taking out the horde as if it was nothing as well.
Zain sliced one Zombie with a single shove of his sword right through the bottom of its chin, and when another came close to him, he used his handgun to shoot it right through the head. A couple of bangs were heard after causing two more behind the zombie to fall.Right after that, he kicked the zombie off his sword and down the flight of stairs, making it crash into the others.
"These cannon fodder aren't the important ones, and honestly, I don't want to kill too many of these," Zain commented.
He didn't tell others why he was saying this, but only he knew that for every regular zombie he killed, he was losing two points of exp. It didn't seem like much, but with the number he had to kill, the exp loss would be more than what it was worth.
"I guess when he said he was a jack of all trades he wasn;'t joking. He knows his way around a gun." Brandon commented.
The mystery of who Zain was began to grow in their minds. In the first place they were curious after knowing about Kun, now another. The only normal one, or at least partially normal one seemed to be Pink.
Just then, two more zombies started to charge toward Zain, they were mutated zombies, so unlike the others, they were actually trying to attack him. Footsteps from behind were heard, and Zain believed that it was Pink or Kun coming to back him up. Yet, that was impossible, because they were busy fighting their own groups of zombies that were trying to come up from the side of him.
When he saw the two swords slashing both zombies' heads though, he knew it was neither.
"I don't want to lose out." Tod smiled. "Maybe one day, you might even surpass me in sword skills. So I can't get rusty, and let you do all of the work."
Looking at his sword mastery now being level three, and seeing how slow it was going up from killing these Zombies, Zain smiled back.
"Maybe one day." Zain smiled, thinking that the system was a blessing. Once his sword skill levelled up a few times, he would be able to go back to that place, and see just how far he could progress. Perhaps that was the time he could challenge Tod again.
Tod continued forward, hacking and slashing against the zombies. Blood and flesh were splattering all over the place in different directions, but it never got on his face. Tod had a helmet with a plastic covering that covered his face. It looked similar to the ones which the swat and police would wear during riots and unrests. It was clearly part of their squad uniform from before. However, Tod was the only one of the group that was wearing one at the moment.
'Is it to stop the blood from getting into his eyes? That would make sense then.' Zain thought. 'Since he fights in close quarters combat style, he would need something like that. Most likely, blood entering any part of you'
"Everyone, what are you doing?! Keep firing!" Brandon shouted, pulling the others out of their stupor, "Shoot the zombies from the side, make them only focus on the one in the centre, and get that damned traitor Stu!"
At the same time, no matter how good Tod and Zain were in killing, hacking and slashing zombies, as well with the weapon support, some zombies would still get through. Eventually even Zain would tire, so they needed to stop creating loud noise as soon as possible attracting the others, and the answer to that was Stu.
Just like they thought, eventually Zombies were managing to climb the difficult stairs as they just crawled over their dead allies' bodies, when running past Zain though there were others they needed to worry about. There was a second line of defence, with that being Pink.
With her powerful kicks, she slammed one zombie right in the face sending it in the air. The strength was incredible. She no longer had to hold back with her strength making the zombies feel like nothing but skin and bones which was practically what some of them were. The flying Zombie did well to reach a distance as it crashed down into the horde below.
Proud of her achievement two more zombies were approaching her. Just then, a couple of gunshots were heard next to Pink. It had hit the zombie but not in the head, it had caused the zombie to flinch but it wouldn't stop moving. Soon after, a large foot hit the Zombie in the stomach, causing it to stumble and fall.
"Judging from the way you made that last one fly, I thought I would have been able to do the same but it doesn't seem like it.I'm actually happy that you're with us." A deep loud voice called out. And turning her head, Pink could see the large man that she had fought with Max.
The fighting continued, with most of the group being able to stop the Zombies from reaching the top of the stairs, but as Zain and Tod went in deeper, it meant more zombies were starting to go around them and get through.
'These damn newcomers, they're ruining everything!' Stu grunted, as the veins on his neck bulged, his arms were aching, his body was burning up as well. He could still think but was unsure how much longer he would exactly be himself. 'You guys like to show off, don't you? Because of you, because of you I have become a zombie! If I have to live a life like this, then all of you should too!'
Pulling out his gun, Stu aimed carefully, he had a handgun as well as a semi-automatic, on top of that he was the best shooter in the squad.
"I'll take care of the big guy first, that will give the people a shock!" Pulling out the handgun, Stu had it aimed perfectly and was ready to pull the trigger until.
Several loud gunshots were heard, and Stu was suddenly hit in the hand.
"Sh*t!" Stu shouted as he hid behind a body. "Who could shoot from that far away!"
Stu tried to peek behind a zombie to see who it was, but more bullets were coming his way. Eventually, he managed to get a good look, and it was the newcomer who wore the stupid scarf around his face for some reason.
"It's him! Stu was shocked.
"Zain!" Kun shouted, as he quickly fired at the zombies at the front, making them fall down, and pulled out his automatic gun, and began to fire, making a relatively clear way. "Let me deal with that guy. I think he has some type of grudge against me."
Seeing Kun fight like this for the first time, Zain was beyond impressed. When going up against the zombies before, Zain didn't really have much of an impression on Kun, but it seemed like his skills really shone when he was using weapons of all things.
'It must have something to do with the Reborn group.' Zain thought.
"Sure, you go deal with Stu, we...need to deal with the two Titans." Zain said, looking at the two huge zombies coming towards them.
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