The air above the city D was stagnant, and Ziek couldn't be more pleased. This was perfect weather for sniping. He took in the scene below, a quiet road teeming with aimless zombies. With a mischievous glint in his eye, he lobbed a firecracker into the heart of the undead crowd and then shot upwards into the sky, gaining altitude to survey his handiwork.
BAM
BAM
BAM
The zombies were startled, confused, and angry. They stumbled and lurched, drawn to the source of the disturbance as if pulled by invisible strings. They emerged from alleys, broke through windows, and raced toward the epicenter of the noise.
Among them, a distinct figure caught Ziek's attention – a zombie who seemed to have once been a policeman. Clad in battered riot armor, it moved with an uncanny speed that set it apart from the stumbling horde. Other zombies seemed to give it a wide berth, a clear indicator of its threat.
