City Z.
In a deserted street filled with abandoned cars and debris, a pair of acquaintances fought their way through the city.
It was not easy navigating through the darkness—barely lit with dim damaged lamps and the depressing moon—but thankfully their improved physiques managed to make it doable somehow.
Ansel had been to this city many times for business trips. But the once-thriving street now lay in ruins, consumed by the darkness that was the apocalypse.
However, neither he nor Tom had the energy to mourn for humanity's losses, as they were too busy trying to avoid getting bitten.
Ansel and Tom moved forward together, guarding each other's backs as they ran.
Somewhere along the way, they found out that covering themselves with zombie innards could hide them from the monsters' sense of smell.
Only for regular zombies though, because they discovered almost as soon as they celebrated their new discovery, a pair of upgraded zombies sprinted towards them.
One could imagine the feeling of falling from hell just as they stepped into heaven.
Anyway, back to the present, the zombies let out eerie groans as they attacked them, also gathering the attention of the ordinary zombies.
Ansel darted forward, slashing through the horde with his machete. His movements were both lethal and graceful, and the brute Tom couldn't help but admire him even in this situation.
However, while they were making decent progress. Exhaustion had long begun to creep in.
Dirty sweat dripped down their skin, their breathing became labored, and their movements became slower. Their spirits were already a third down.
"Watch out!" Ansel yelled, kicking a nearby bin under his feet to an upgraded zombie about to attack Tom.
"Thanks!" The older man uttered and took advantage of the zombies' distraction due to the noise the bin made.
Afterward, he ran to stand closer to Ansel, guarding his back again.
As they fought, they actively ran to their destination. While they should be looking to rest now, there were only less than 2 hours left and they had to get closer to their loved ones as soon as they could.
The two sprinted and ran over the crashed cars. It was really a challenge to jump from one car to another, especially since they were different heights and different textures. Some cars even had their front glasses destroyed. There were also some that were turned to the side.
"Ah!" Tom had a misstep and his leg fell on one of the openings on an upturned car without a whole side door. Fortunately, Ansel managed to hold his arm and he didn't completely lose balance.
The redhead managed to get him moving and they jumped to the next car, barely avoiding the claw that came to them.
Their change of elevation was sudden, but he somehow managed to keep himself and Tom on his feet.
Ansel was very proud of his balanced center.
The damned training regime popped to mind again.
Damn it! He did NOT miss Garan!
He frowned, annoyed, and whipped his head at Tom, venting at the poor guy. "What are you doing staring?! Let's go!"
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