"Still, I can't understand how he cuts off their heads so easily…" Margeres muttered, watching how Endel seemed to dance on the battlefield, calmly killing the zombies that approached them.
His fast strikes, which cleanly cut through zombies.
Heads flew off so quickly that he didn't have time to count them.
Blood continued to flood the streets where they walked.
They, of course, also killed when someone came close, but used only iron pipes as melee weapons.
Margeres looked at the beautiful Endel, who looked like a prince. His silver armor reflected the sunlight, and the elegant one-handed sword shone like lightning, cutting down his enemies.
And although blood got on him, then with a flash of white light it quickly disappeared, as if it had never been there.
He shifted his gaze to his own "weapon," which was just a piece of iron rebar with nails welded onto it. Then to his "armor," which consisted of a black shirt and a small bulletproof vest under it. He also looked dirty, dirt under his nails, greasy hair, and yellowed teeth…
…
Margeres, of course, wanted to ask Endel to use his skill [Cleanse D Rank] on him, but decided it would not be the best decision. After all, they were enemies in theory, and right now Endel was their prisoner, whom they were exploiting…
"How pathetic we are…" Margeres said quietly with a sigh.
"Did you say something, Margeres?" Doberman asked, already a little tired from killing these creatures, but continuing.
"No…" Margeres replied.
"How I just want to smash their brains, and not deal with all this nonsense…" Dorof вмешался, although he understood it wouldn't work.
Because if they used firearms, zombies would run to the sound, and if laser weapons — they simply didn't have enough charge.
"And this weapon is more against people than zombies," thought Margeres after hearing Dorof's comment, another guard who kept Endel at gunpoint so he wouldn't escape.
Of course, Margeres didn't like this, but unfortunately, there was nothing he could do.
"Ha… Ha… haa… ha… haa, how much longer… do we have to go?" Turgas also spoke, breathing heavily, standing in the center, where it was the safest place.
Endel, who was nearby, hearing this, couldn't help but frown in disgust, turning for a second to look at them.
But quickly turned his gaze back.
"This is… just trash… Because of that fat creature dragging the whole group down, we walked only 1 kilometer in 2 hours. And from that, one and a half hours were REST!" the Third said angrily, feeling real disgust toward Turgas.
Endel agreed.
At this pace, they wouldn't reach even by tomorrow, not even the next day, because they also needed to rest on the way.
Swing.
And another head separated from the body, and the corpse fell like dead weight.
Although he was already tired, and his body began to ache, he continued, because he wanted to reach that shelter faster.
But all he could do for now was:
Slash, cut, pierce.
Then again slash, cut, pierce.
And so on until he killed everyone, and only then they would take a break.
Black blood splashed, painting the streets in its color.
Heads flew off again, creating a strange picture.
And finally, after twenty minutes, the last zombie that attacked them died.
He exhaled tiredly, wiping the sweat that ran down his face.
And looked around, the picture was as usual.
Corpses, blood, destruction, a normal day in a world where the apocalypse had happened…
"Kid, you're a monster!" said a shocked Margeres, looking around. He couldn't believe that almost all zombies were killed by one person.
At the same time, he felt admiration for his strength and fear.
Approaching him with a tired smile, he placed his hand on his shoulder. But quickly removed it when he saw how Endel looked at it and tightened his grip on the sword, which was covered in black blood.
He awkwardly smiled and said, changing the topic:
"Let's eat."
Endel, without saying anything, walked beside him.
Of course, he could have already escaped, since several times he wasn't under the aim of the other guard, but he didn't do it for now.
When they got closer to the others, he saw how everyone tried to catch their breath. Endel looked better, not only because of his higher stats, but also because of his skill [Healing E Rank].
Although it didn't restore stamina, it removed the pain from fatigue. Of course, he didn't use it mindlessly, because his mana reserve was small.
"Are we going to arrive soon?" Turgas asked, breathing heavily from strong fatigue, sitting on, strangely enough, an intact bus stop.
He, without thinking about consequences, took off his shoes, and a "pleasant" smell spread, making everyone's faces turn green.
But, as if ignoring them, he began to massage his feet, because he was very tired.
"We only walked approximately one kilometer…" said Margeres, stepping a meter away.
"Only one kilometer? Ha… at this pace we will walk for days, and by that time, we will be killed by monster waves, or on the 'hunting day'," said Turgas, still massaging his toes.
No one answered.
Everyone understood because of whom they were moving so slowly. Because of whose smell dozens of zombies attacked them. And everything else, but they didn't dare to say it, and just stayed silent.
Everyone quietly sat down and began to eat.
Endel didn't even want to see or hear them, he just took his food, moved a couple of meters away, and ate calmly.
"You know, I just thought, why don't we use bicycles?" the Third suddenly said, and Endel stopped eating.
He just quickly stood up and with all his strength threw a can of pilaf into a car window, breaking it.
Crack…
His "companions" immediately looked at him when they heard the sound, but saw how Endel just stood with an angry face.
"Calm down! It's good that we at least realized it now!" said the Third.
Listening to him, Endel slowly began to calm down.
Fully calming himself, he approached the "companions" and directly asked:
"Do you know where there is a bicycle shop?"
Turgas, Dorof, Doberman, and Margeres were surprised that he spoke first, but when they heard what he said, they had nothing to answer…
It was awkward.
How could they forget such a way of movement.
It was quiet, fast, effective, and most importantly — exactly what they needed.
Doberman, who often was in this part of the city, quickly began to remember where such a place was.
"We need to go about five hundred meters more, and there will be a fast food restaurant. Although delivery was mostly done by drones and robots, cyclists often stopped there."
"I used to go there often," Doberman said, remembering those days… then fell silent.
"Oh, didn't think you could talk," Margeres smirked.
Doberman didn't react.
"Then we go to that restaurant. Doberman, lead," Turgas ordered.
Doberman nodded.
They moved.
The closer they got, the stranger it felt.
Everyone felt a cold chill.
"I have goosebumps…" said the Third.
Endel gripped his sword tighter.
In front of them was a strange scene.
Destroyed robots, guards, but no human bodies, although there was a lot of blood.
The building — untouched.
Darkness inside.
"Let's go," Turgas said, but stopped.
"Where are the bicycles?" Endel asked.
Garage — destroyed, empty.
"Then let's leave?" Dorof said nervously.
Everyone agreed.
"Dorof, go check inside," Turgas ordered.
Dorof entered.
Ten minutes passed.
He didn't come out.
"Is he dead?" the Third asked.
"Maybe," Endel answered.
"Doberman, go check."
Tension grew.
Then—
"Look, Dorof came out," said Margeres.
He was smiling.
Strangely.
Like…
"A puppet?" the Third said.
He walked better and better.
Holding a bicycle.
"There was only one bicycle," Dorof said with a stupid smile.
"Idiot! Then why are you smiling!?" Turgas shouted.
He hit him, then looked at his hand in disgust.
"Did you fall into something?" he said, wiping green slime on him.
Dorof just stared, smiling.
"Was there anything else?" Doberman asked.
"No. There was a fire before the apocalypse. Everything burned."
Doberman nodded.
"Let's go already!" Turgas said, grimacing, and snatched the bicycle.
With Doberman's help, he got on it and began to ride.
Doberman and smiling Dorof followed him.
Endel and Margeres looked one last time at the building and followed.
"Something creepy…" the Third said.
They left.
Silence.
Strange silence.
…
Ten minutes later.
The building still stood.
And then—
It began to disappear.
Like a mirage.
As if it was never there.
Silence returned.
But now — dead silence.