The rhythm of Daniel's attack was perfectly aligned with the tune he hummed under his nose.
Every tact of the song would result in several zombies falling apart under the strength of Daniel's attack. Yet, it wasn't the times when the officer sang that were the most devastating for the horde.
It was when he would change the tune from one to another, throwing the zombies that slowly were starting to get used to his tempo off the beat.
This constant alternation of the titles that Daniel would hum was the one and only reason why someone like him managed to avoid getting swarmed.
Because even the system owners, if careless even for a moment, could fall prey to the ultimate monster of the apocalypse.
And it wasn't an evolved monster like those burly ones Mathew fought with before. It wasn't the super-evolved ones like the caterpillar either.
That dangerous monster was nothing more but a bunch of weak zombies clumped together dense enough to block the freedom of movement of its prey.
