One of them, a burly man with no powers but a strong arm, swung an iron rod so hard that it shattered a zombie's jaw and sent its teeth scattering across the pavement. He roared, as if refusing to give up.
This was the spirit needed to fight zombies, otherwise, humanity would perish.
Li Kun finally broke through the last wall of zombies. He now stood face to face with the leader.
He was covered in black blood and rotten flesh. One couldn't even tell the original color of his fatigues and his face was unrecognizable.
Looking at the zombie up close, it was far more grotesque than he'd imagined.
Its skin was pale and leathery, patches of flesh eaten away to expose gray muscle. Its eyes glowed with some intelligence, and its elongated claws glistened with black ooze.
Li Kun wondered why it had not regained any semblance of a human physically since its brain was starting to function?
The zombie leader tilted its head, as if studying him.
