More Special Force officers gathered, murmuring among themselves, their gazes constantly shifting back to Ethan with a mix of disbelief and curiosity.
One of them crouched beside the largest corpse, inspecting it carefully before standing up and turning toward the leader.
"It's a Grade 5 Zombie, sir," he said.
The words hit the group like a shockwave.
"A Grade 5?" someone whispered.
The leader stared at Ethan again, this time with open amazement. "That's incredible," he said slowly. "No one has taken down a Grade 5 without a firearm before."
Ethan simply nodded, too tired to say anything else.
Later, as the area cleared and the bodies were dealt with, Ethan made his way back toward his quarters, his muscles aching and his mind still replaying everything that had happened. He hadn't gone far when a Special Force officer approached him and stopped him politely.
"The Commander wants to see you," the officer said.
