Big zombie Roared.
GRAAAHHH!
The vibration of that roar made the metal shelves tremble slightly.
The zombie slowly moved away, dragging its massive axe across the tiled floor.
Scrrrrrape.
Ren stayed completely still behind another food shelf — not the one that got destroyed earlier. Dust still floated in the air from the impact.
He exhaled slowly.
"Holy shit… I'm safe."
Sweat rolled down his temple.
"I need to do something about that big guy."
A slow, scheming grin formed on his face.
"This will be fun."
The big zombie roamed around the supermarket like it owned the place, heavy footsteps echoing through the empty hall.
Thud.
Thud.
Thud.
Ren observed carefully.
"It looks like the smaller ones move aside when he walks… like they're scared."
He narrowed his eyes.
"So there's a hierarchy among zombies too? What a lame thing."
He clicked his tongue.
"Before the apocalypse, those with power ruled over those without it. And now? Same thing."
His jaw tightened.
"This world is really shit."
He inhaled and forced himself to calm down.
"But I also noticed a room surrounded by a lot of zombies. It looked locked. Maybe there's something interesting inside."
"I'll check that later."
Ren crouched lower and quietly sneaked toward another section of the supermarket, staying in the shadows between shelves.
"It should be here…"
He began searching through the hardware and storage section.
Rummage.
Clatter.
Rustle.
Boxes fell softly. Plastic wrapping tore.
"Not here… not here… ah."
"There it is."
He pulled out a heavy-duty Nail Gun, still sealed in plastic but clearly unused.
"But I still need something more."
Rummage.
Rummage.
"Gotcha!"
He grabbed several steel rods, extra nail cartridges, and a spare battery pack and some other stuff.
Ren quietly returned to the open area.
He set things up here and there — positioning obstacles, adjusting angles, and some other things.
Metal clink.
Shift.
Adjust.
"Phew."
He stretched his neck.
Then suddenly he stood up and shouted—
"Hey you fuckers! You guys stink too much! Can't you just take a shower? Or better, just die!"
He laughed lightly.
"Oh wait… you're already dead."
The zombies reacted instantly.
GRAHHH!
Hordes growling.
Footsteps rushing.
Dozens turned toward him at once.
"Come on! All at once, you freaking rotten bastards!"
Ren ran.
Slide.
He back-slid across the smooth tiles, turning toward them.
"Since you're all here… time for shooting practice."
He pulled the Nail Gun from his back.
"This will be fun."
Click.
Battery hum.
Whirr.
He aimed at the front zombie's forehead.
THUNK!
A nail shot forward with brutal force.
The zombie jerked and collapsed.
"Headshot."
Another rushed forward, mouth open.
THUNK!
The nail pierced through its eye socket.
"Headshot."
Again.
THUNK!
"Headshot!"
Again.
THUNK!
"Quadra kill!"
Blood splattered across the floor tiles.
Again.
THUNK!
"Monstrous kill!"
Again.
THUNK!
"God kill!"
He lowered the Nail Gun slightly.
"…Actually forget that. I lost count."
Silence slowly replaced the chaos.
Bodies covered the floor. Blood seeped between cracked tiles.
Ren stood there proudly.
"Look at that. I'm a hell of a pro FPS gamer."
He tilted his head slightly.
"I should've tried FPS games earlier. Maybe I would've become a professional."
His gaze slowly shifted toward the far end of the supermarket.
The big zombie was still there.
"Small ones are out of the way."
A sharp smile formed.
"Time for the big hunt."
---
"Oh, there you are."
He stared at the giant fat zombie.
Ren took a deep breath.
"You. Yes, you. You big ugly fat ass rotten pile of dead flesh and bones."
He pointed at it dramatically.
"You are one of the ugliest things I've ever seen."
The zombie's body trembled.
GRAAAAAHHHH!
Ren immediately turned and ran.
"…Okay."
He glanced back while sprinting.
"How fast can he even run with that body?"
The answer came instantly.
The zombie charged forward, smashing shelves and walls aside with its massive axe.
CRASH.
SMASH.
ROAR.
Ren blinked several times.
His mouth slowly opened.
"How the hell is this big guy so fast?!"
"I take back everything I said in my life about fat zombies not outrunning anyone!"
"Fuck! Faster! I need to run faster!"
His voice almost cracked.
"New rule! Forget rule number eight!"
"Rewrite it!"
"Never judge a book by its cover! Especially a zombie!"
The axe suddenly swung toward his lower half.
WHOOSH.
Ren jumped mid-air, barely avoiding it.
"Are you targeting my manhood?!"
"I'm still a virgin, you bastard! Didn't your parents teach you manners?!"
He landed and slid sharply, using one hand to pivot his body.
Slide.
Scrape.
He pressed one hand against the ground and twisted his body—
Turn.
Another sharp pivot—
Turn.
His boots screeched against the tiles—
Skrrrt—
One more fast rotation—
Turn.
He used the momentum to change direction completely, forcing the massive zombie to crash past where he had just been.
Ren stopped and faced the monster again, breathing heavily.
"Come on, you fucking bastard… if you dare."
He laughed evilly.
The laugh echoed slightly.
"…Okay maybe that laugh was excessive."
The big zombie roared again, veins bulging across its decayed neck.
It charged.
It jumped.
The massive axe came down toward Ren.
WHOOOOOSH—
And then—
A piercing through flesh sound surrounded the room.