At a glance, the densely packed zombie heads on the street flooded in from all sides. The soldiers who came with Zhao Yi had likely already been devoured by the horde. Gritting his teeth, Zhao Yi held his son, raised his spear and slammed its end on the ground with a dull "thud." Then, he charged into the swarm of zombies.
"Get lost!"
The supercells within the body of the Level 4 New Human whirred into action. A surge of fresh and raw scent rose as he swung his spear. Blood and flesh splattered all around. He did not kill for the sake of it, only to break through the zombie horde!
The ground, once covered in white snow, was now soaked in blood red. The sky was grey and dim, snowflakes splashed up as he moved. He looked to his destination while tightly holding his son.
"Dad, you are amazing …"
Watching the scattered zombie flesh and blood, the boy's eyes were filled with admiration. He could feel the wind produced by his father's swift movements swept by.
