Zain stood there, covered in blood. Parts of it were dripping on the floor. It was an unusual scene for the crowd, and rather than breaking out in cheers as such, the image of him with the blood sword in his hand was rather frightening.
The blood sword broke apart while in Zain's hand and turned into nothing but small red particles that fell to the floor like dust. The same had happened to the rest of the blood weapons that Anna had created.
"It's a good thing I decided to finish that match quickly."
Once again, the first person to start clapping was from above, on the second floor, but it wasn't the woman. Instead, it was the older man with the mask on his face, the one that Quinn assumed was the leader of the Dark Zombies.
Soon, everyone started to clap, but there were, of course, those who refused to, upset that they had lost big time on this bet.
"The way he killed the stage 3 zombie," Tack thought. "He attacked it from behind, aiming for its weakness. That means he knew its weakness, he must have fought one before. This red head zombie is quite special."
"Maybe... I should get him out of here and see if the leader will want to meet with him," Tack thought.
Although Tack ran this whole thing behind the leader's back, he thought of it as a simple side job. He was still quite loyal to the Zombie Hunters and their end goal: getting rid of all the zombies.
"Thank you for saving me," the soldier saluted Zain. His face was wincing, and there was a big mark on the side of his body where his clothes had been ripped. Most likely his ribs were broken, yet he still wanted to salute Zain.
"I will forever remember this, and if I ever get the chance to return the favour in the future, then I will do so," the soldier said, saluting once more.
Up on the second balcony, although most of them lost the fight, they couldn't stop talking about the performance of those below. Not just Zain, but the other two as well. They could tell they were all skilled fighters.
"It's a shame," the woman with the sparkly dress sighed. "With a display like that, I doubt we'll see them fight again. If they can take on a stage 3, well, there's nothing for them left to beat. I believe we haven't seen one beyond a stage 3."
"There are those beyond stage 3," the old man with a mask claimed. "There are even stage 4 and 5 zombies."
"Stage 5?" another commented. "What reports have you been getting? We have had news of a stage 4, and even then it wiped out 300 people, and even uranium rockets were used to eventually take it out. If there were stage 5 zombies, then I'm sure I would have heard about it by now."
The others didn't say anything out loud, but they agreed as well because they all had access to the same private information, but there was nothing about a stage 5.
"The thought makes me shudder a bit," another man said. "If a stage 4 is that strong, just how strong is a stage 5? Would they be able to escape from the military zone? If that happened, wouldn't there be a chance for the infection to spread to the whole country and then to the whole world?"
The people on the second floor weren't from the city. They lived outside of it, where life continued on like normal, but first hand they had seen the effects of such a thing.
"It's not the zombies we have to worry about," the old man said.
The rest of the group returned back to their cell, and as they did, many of the others ran up to the bars. They could see that hardly any at all had survived. It was surprising, and it made the others worry about what was to come when it was their turn to get out of the place.
They were all shoved in, and the door was closed behind them. When the guards finally left, Dart let out a big sigh.
"Finally, we can rest for a bit. Good job, you guys, all of you!" Dart said. "Even you, soldier man. If you had died any quicker, then maybe that stage 3 would have come after us!"
The soldier didn't know whether to take it as a compliment or not, but there was one thing he wanted to correct the other on.
"The name is Kyle!" the soldier almost shouted.
"Alright, alright, you don't need to let the whole room know your name, Kyle," Dart said.
"Zain," Anna called out. "You were so skillful with the sword. How... how can someone your age even use a sword like that? No, how did the Zombie Hunters even manage to catch you?"
For a lot of them, they had only run into a few Zombie Hunters. Usually, they could take on one on their own, but if there were three or so with powers, it would be difficult. But after seeing Zain's skills, they felt like even a group of five would have had a hard time apprehending him.
Just as Zain was about to answer, someone approached the bar cells once again, and it was a familiar face.
"Hey, your girlfriend is back!" Dart said.
Zain looked at the others and walked towards the bars, heading down to the corner where the others were unable to hear.
"Zain," Wendy said. "I thought we had a plan. That was the perfect opportunity to get rid of Tack."
"I only do things if there's a 100 percent chance of survival," Zain replied. "Tack will have to go some other way."
Wendy couldn't be too hard on Zain because she knew that she was asking a lot of him. While she was thinking about what to say, an echoing tap was heard coming from one of the other cells.
Immediately, Dart ran toward the cell doors and held on tight. The next second, several loud explosions went off, shaking the whole area. Some of the ceiling fell to the floor.
"What is going on?" Wendy managed to stop herself from falling over.
"Zain!" Dart called over. "It's beginning. The Dark Zombies are here."
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