(Author's note: Reminder. Oyabun is not the name. It's a yakuza leader's title (at least from what I've searched on the internet. Correct me if I'm wrong))
"I need you to lure the zombies on the left street while taking down those poles. I will control the flying bugs in that area," the yakuza leader said, and pointed his fingers at the street, voided with zombies. "I hope you're smart enough to understand the plan. I will come back for you, zombie. We'll meet on the other side."
After muttering those words, Oyabun pushed me to the side with high regard and expectations. He did not even let me retort, despite living in this free country.
"You mother-fucking son of a bitch! God, I hate you and your fucking cool tattoos!" I yelled, and glared in Oyabun's direction.
But I couldn't follow his shape since my body rolled on the ground. Oyabun's shopping cart raced away from me without him looking back at my fallen figure. Fortunately, my eyes did not catch him following the six members of our group. Oyabun headed towards a different path, even ahead of the street he instructed for me.
"If you have a plan, tell me, you bastard," I cursed, while clicking my tongue. "Don't just throw people and assume everything's going to be okay!"
Even though I already knew the plan, it didn't mean that I would do it without committing mistakes. I was not a perfect guy or a perfect zombie to begin with.
As I pushed myself back on the ground, I faced an ocean of zombies scampering towards my dazed figure. That army of undead wanted me and the humans it saw earlier. But since those five people, excluding Oyabun, left the scene, these fiends would aim at my decaying ass.
"Where's the machine gun when you need them!" I shouted, and cracked my knuckles.
I also revealed my two frying pans in both of my hands. It was the only weapon I had up against one million zombies.
The plan had a simple drift, with a tremendous risk of everyone dying. I might even fail to do this, despite the help of Oyabun.
Since the streets had zones of poles, Oyabun and I had an idea to use them to our advantage. I would stack the poles like dominos and roll them over towards the horde of zombies. And if the situation demands it, stacking them up and creating a barricade could also help us.
We just needed to slow down these living dead away from the group. If those pieces of crap reached the station, it would be the end of our time. There's no telling what to do when that problem arrives.
And thanks to the wrecked concrete roads, it would be easier for us to achieve that goal. Those fissures on the ground would slow things for the regular zombies. I did not know if those would still be effective against special infected, especially that glob of slime that wanted to eat me.
We could just pray that these flying insects won't pose any problems, together with those weird-looking zombies. If we could manage, for now, our team would remain alive. It was in my hand to dictate this situation.
Well, since Oyabun would deal with it personally, those insects would have a tough time following the other group. I did not know how Oyabun would do it. But with those guns on each of his shoulders, I'd bet he could wrestle with a zombified bear.
"Why would you focus on someone when I should worry about my own safety! Yeah, yeah, I cannot die. But that doesn't make me invincible against these zombies! And I have a girlfriend to save!" I monologue, while pushing the goddamn poles.
The scene happened like what Oyabun had envisioned. I pushed those pillars towards the zombie's road and watched them fall like trees from a deforestation project. I wanted to shout "timber" but the blaring sounds of poles crashing stole the show.
Those traffic posts and poles became barrels like the game Donkey Kong, where the zombies would jump instead of those monkeys. Some zombies got splattered by the traffic lights I sent tumbling in their direction. Those zombified four-legged creatures did not have a chance when those stanchions slammed themselves towards the insects.
However, something caught my attention, which made me barf every infectious liquid inside of me.
"Come on, you gotta be kidding me."
Much to my surprise, dozens of those zombies tried vaulting over the rolling posts. Those high-pitch sounds of 8-Bit jumps echoed inside my head for every jump the undead creatures did. My eyes even expanded when those zombies jumped simultaneously without delay.
(Author's Note: It's like Mario's jumps in the game. DING DING. Something like that.)
It was like a circus of some sort when those bastards did it together as if they choreographed it.
"If you want to play this game, have it your way!" I shouted, and shoved multiple traffic posts at once.
My mouth automatically curved out a smirk when those poles cruised towards the destroyed streets. Those zombies tried springing themselves from those rolling poles but failed since they were too many for them to handle. It even killed most of the undead creatures while making a barricade when those posts stopped.
I would win this fight if this continued. And even if something happened, I could always use my two frying pans and bash the hell out of these living dead.
"Eat shit, you stupid freaks!" I yelled, but karma growled at me louder.
After raising my voice at the swarm of charging zombies, the slimy zombie emerged from the underground. That thing created a crater that sunk half the zombie's army into oblivion! I did not know if this glob of shit was an ally or not, considering its actions in front of me. And there was no time for me to check for that answer, since….
"I AM GOING TO DIE! DON'T SEND TO THE UNDERWORLD, YOU PIECE OF SHIT! SOMEONE! ANYONE! HELP!" I screamed, while flailing my hands. "PLEASE! ANYONE!"
"food….. I love food," the slime spoke, while stretching its arms towards me.
"GET AWAY, YOU IMBECILE!"
That mushed titan tried reaching towards my figure, but those regular zombies hindered it from doing anything. That slime monster brawled the regular zombies and insects, since it finally got pissed from their actions.
Thankfully, that perverted monster bought me some time to escape that death sentence those zombies placed upon me. That slime also lured most zombies in its direction while leaving some small fries towards my figure.
"At least, that's all I need to deal with!" I exclaimed, while resuming running for my life…. literally.
The plan Oyabun and I schemed failed when this thing appeared at my fore. There was no way for me to battle things muck twice, even though I can't die. Besides the zombified grime, the horde of zombies would chase me as well.
I would either become munched zombie meat from this slime thing or a toy for these zombified creatures.
But before I could resign my life to this monster, a whistle reverberated at the street's end. Upon averting my gaze, Oyabun's cart appeared from my sight. He raised his hand and called out for my attention.
"Hey, you oddball! Get in the cart!" the yakuza's leader roared, and stomped his feet.
(Author's note: The yakuza leader stomped his feet as if he's starting an engine XD)
"YOU CAME BACK FOR ME!" I cried, and leapt from the ground.
A stream of snot appeared outside my nose when I yelled those words. And it continued falling towards my chisel face while my body was in mid-air.
I landed inside the shopping cart-not beside Oyabun, and snuck myself like a toddler inside a supermarket. But instead of strolling down the lumps of chicken meat, there were walking corpses on the shelves. And rather than eating those delicious pork meats from the market, these undead beings would eat us alive.
"Step off the brakes, my good friend! And hit your nitro feet!" I instructed, while panicking inside the trolley.
Oyabun revealed his bitter face when he knew that my weight would slow us down. But there was no time for me to get down on the cart and push the cart together with Oyabun. Well, honestly speaking I still had some time, but I refused to do it.
'If I'm going to die today, I'd die riding like a baby king!' I thought, while still maintaining my squashed figure inside the cart.
With a snarling face, Oyabun pushed the cart and headed towards the street. That slimy creature that appeared in front of me earlier became a pawn for our escape. Within a few seconds, we finally reached the station. And luckily, those two-legged zombies were not fast enough from the cart. Oyabun was also the one controlling the trolley, which helped us to reach the station.
It took us a few minutes before reaching the train station. But once we were inside, those thugs gritted their teeth and aimed their bats at our figures.