The black-clothed group, whose members were mostly wearing leather jackets and black jeans, continued to search the apartment block, going through the rooms one by one. As they went inside, they would take turns in eliminating the zombies they would find in the apartments.
Most of the apartment rooms' locks were already broken in one way or another, so it was easy for them to enter the place. However, the group of black jackets weren't ordinary people by any means.
The slender man with black eye bags was known as Sharp. His weapon of choice was knives of any kind; in fact, in difficult situations, he could make use of any objects he had in his hand. When fighting against the zombies, he would weaponise any object that he could control to a certain degree and move it in the air.
This allowed him to fine-tune his aim when targeting the zombie's heads or go around the corner to attack others if need be.
Out of the group of five, he wasn't the only one who could do special things. In fact, everyone in the group had something special that they could do. Entering the next apartment, the one who walked in front of the others this time was the man with a fine-toned v-shaped upper body and short brown hair. One might confuse him with a movie star if they were to come across him on a normal day..
There were three zombies in the room, but he confidently walked into the room and began to punch the zombie with his fists. After a single hit, a loud fracture resonated in the room, and the zombie's skull cracked. The fists themselves were heavy and hard, as if they were made out of metal, and that was because it was close to it.
One of the other zombies noticed the human that was in the room and leapt right at the man, and that's when he did something that no sane human would ever dare do. Unlike others, he had a sleeveless leather jacket which was strange compared to the rest. His arms, shoulders and forearms were all on display which made his next set of actions even weirder as he shoved his forearm right into the Zombies mouth.
As he did this, his forearm suddenly began to shine in a strange light and turned into what almost looked like a type of metal. As the zombie attempted to bite down, it was unable to get its teeth through the skin, only leaving at most a few scratch marks. And in the next second, a heavy fist landed right on top of the zombie's skull crushing it to pieces as well and killing it on the spot.
This man had a special power, and his name was Farris.
Before Farris could go for the third zombie that was in the room, he suddenly noticed his female partner. Standing there with her long slender legs and long black hair, with her leather jacket, she stood over the dead zombie.
There were no weapons on her body, no guns or other things as well, but she had dealt with it quickly and silently compared to the others.
"Alright, I think all of you have had enough practice with your abilities." The woman said.
"What about me, Wendy!" Hazel asked.
Out of the entire group, Hazel was the most petite female; her black leather jacket was actually two sizes too big for her, so the sleeves were covering her arms. She had a hairband in her hair, and her cheeks glowed a slight red, making it hard for anyone to believe that this type of person could survive in this world, and yet she had done.
"I didn't really get to try and use my powers," Hazel asked.
Wendy turned around, and her face could be seen by the entire group. She had a crevice look, showing next to no expression to the others.
"Our main goal is to get rid of the zombies," Wendy replied. "It's okay to grow our powers and test them when things are safe, but the noise all this is making will attract more zombies towards us, and it's starting to get a bit dark as well.
"If we want to survive, then we need to fight together, cover each other's backs and more. If this was a ga-"
"We know!" Sharp moaned back. "If this was a game, then none of us would have survived. It's all thanks to you, our group leader, that we have gotten this far. We have heard this again and again."
Hearing these words, Wendy's face went a shade redder from the embarrassment, but she soon cleared her throat.
"I'm sorry, it's just I have a lot of experience when it comes to games with these types of things," Wendy said. "Anyway, from now on, we need to clear the rooms quicker, and we will all work together. Understand?"
The others nodded, and they continued to rid the world of one zombie at a time. When exiting the room, the back of their black leather jackets had white writing on, as if someone had painted something on them, and it had the words, Zombie Hunters.
These weren't a group of people that were trying to just survive in this world, they were actively going out with the task of ridding the world of zombies, and that's what they would do.
Exiting the door, they went down the hallway and were ready to go into the next room until the one at the very end of the group, who had long hair covering his entire face and his jacket zipped up with his hands in his pockets, said something.
"One of them is moving fast, coming down the hallway."
The group turned their heads, and right by the staircase, they could see relatively small zombies right in front of them. It had frozen in place as it looked at them.
"That's a bit strange?" Sharp said. "Why is the zombie frozen and staring at us?"
It was at that moment that Zain saw this person as well and knew that he should run.
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