Right on time, two zombies appeared across the hallway to his right, emerging from the stairwell, drawn by the echoes of his loud shouting to his invisible audience.
"Looks like we already have two willing!"
Sebastian laughed, both hands gripping the wooden bat like a man born to break bones, a wide grin spreading across his face—equal parts showman and psychopath, basking in the chaos like it was his natural habitat.
The first zombie stumbled toward him, groaning hungrily. But it didn't matter. With a powerful swing, Sebastian smashed the bat square into its skull. The impact was explosive—flesh and bone giving way as the undead creature was hurled over the railing like a sack of rotting meat.
It landed with a sickening crunch below.
"I don't have all day! Come here!"
Sebastian didn't wait this time. He charged forward, bat raised like a knight with a grudge. The second zombie barely had time to react before he struck—another clean, devastating swing that sent it flying over the edge, crashing down just like its partner.
Two zombies. Two hits. Two kills.
"Was that it…?"
He muttered between breaths, casually tossing his bat into the air and catching it with a smooth flourish—like he was auditioning for the role of "World's Most Overqualified Zombie Slayer."
[BloodPartyXx]: While I'm quite impressed, how is he that good with a bat? [Viewer50092]: I thought this dude was just an alcoholic…
"Oh…? Curious why your dear streamer's this good with a bat?"
[GodOfDrama]: Man, he's kinda insufferable…
[TrainLover43]: In a good way of course.
Sebastian laughed, a confident, cocky sound that echoed down the empty hallway. He wasn't new to entertaining an audience. Before the TV shows, before the paparazzi, before the scandals—he was a streamer.
Livestreaming was his origin story. Winning over a chaotic gaggle of bloodthirsty, interdimensional viewers? Just another Tuesday.
He cracked his knuckles and gripped the bat tighter, shifting into a runner's stance as he eyed the two-story building adjacent to his own. Just a short leap—and a longer drop—away.
[RealOlympian_Xx]: Yo! My last streamer just got devoured by a zombie after I donated a flamethrower, what a shame.
[VoidDragonGod]: That's on you for spending that much on the first day already…
"Welcome, new viewer! Right on time!"
Sebastian's grin widened as he took off, sprinting down the corridor like a madman with a purpose. A zombie suddenly crashed through the window a few rooms ahead—glass shattered, moaning, bloodied limbs outstretched.
Sebastian didn't flinch. In fact, he accelerated.
"Perfect timing!"
As the undead creature lunged, Sebastian vaulted up, one foot hitting the wall to gain elevation. He sailed over the zombie with graceful, reckless momentum, landing boots-first on the railing at the end of the hallway. Without hesitation, he launched himself across the gap between buildings.
The air whooshed past him. He landed hard on the adjacent rooftop, rolled with the impact like a trained stuntman, and popped up on one knee.
"Tada!"
[RealOlympian_Xx]: What the hell!?
[VoidDragonGod]: Crazier stuff happened. Dude's gone mental.
Sebastian stretched his arms overhead with a satisfied sigh, eyes scanning the street below. Now one rooftop closer to the action, the details were much clearer. Dozens of zombies clogged the intersections.
Crashed cars and flaming wreckage littered the streets. LA's infamous traffic jams had turned into graveyards.
"The entire street's overrun... Good thing this building doesn't have any stairs to the roof."
He paused, taking in the view with the eye of a performer looking for his next big act.
"But we do need a game plan. Any suggestions, viewers?"
[TrainLover43]: Apparently, the Los Angeles Memorial Coliseum has an event going on.
[RealOlympian_Xx]: Heard about that. It's apparently a minor event being held by RealMonkeyKing32.
[NekoMaster43]: We're in the USA? I thought we were in Tokyo.
[BloodPartyXx]: The comment above me is an idiot.
Sebastian sighed dramatically, squinting toward the horizon. The coliseum wasn't far—at least not by air—but the streets between were clogged with undead and gridlocked vehicles. A death trap at ground level. From downtown LA to the coliseum? A one-hour walk, give or take.
"Guess that's our plan for today. The coliseum it is."
He rolled his shoulders, tapped the bat against his palm, and smiled.
"Let's make it a show."