The five mutated humans sprinted through the mist. Their guttural shriek scraped against all of the survivors' nerves
But Myles, Nadine, and Victor held their ground at the front. Those who were in the back gathering rocks don't need to be too worried.
Myles's black short sword gleamed in the warped light and the red veins along its blade pulsing. He stepped forward first. His movements were sharper and faster than what any normal human could accomplish before the apocalypse.
His eyes locked onto the first monster.
The mutated human swung its shard-ridden arm like a club but Myles slipped past it in one smooth motion. His sword cut upward, slicing through its chest with little resistance.
The creature staggered, green light spilling from the wound before it collapsed.
Myles pivoted immediately, his second slash carving cleanly across the throat of another rushing mutant.
Both bodies hit the ground before the others even closed in.
