Slender limbs, a ghastly white body, a bald head, not a single hair on its entire body.
It seemed to stand there calmly.
Yet it exuded a powerful sense of oppression.
"Mature hybrid zombie."
Upon seeing this zombie, someone couldn't help but exclaim, their voice trembling slightly.
Each survivor present knew the horror of the hybrid zombie.
Have they experienced it first-hand?
No... they haven't.
It wasn't from personal experience, but from the descriptions in the "Zombie Album," vivid and detailed accounts.
They couldn't understand why such a zombie appeared here.
"Huff, huff"
The mature hybrid zombie let out a low, muffled growl, its eyes turning, fixedly staring at the delicious flesh and blood before it.
Immediately after.
A denser sound emerged.
A large number of regular zombies appeared behind the hybrid zombie.
Survivors with guns on the walls aimed at the zombies and decisively opened fire.
Ratatat!
The gunfire was deafening.
