Long fangs, each reaching half a meter in length, were almost tearing the wind apart, as the giant beast with dark silver skin accelerated to its limit in a brief moment.
"Damn, quick, quick, get out of the way!"
Some of the gathered Peace Party soldiers noticed the abnormality behind them. When they saw it was a zombie-like behemoth, they were merely startled and then hurriedly made way, fearing the ferociously charging monster would hurt them. Although in the Peace Party, there was no fear of being devoured by zombies, zombies do not take allies into account, and they certainly don't consider whether they might accidentally injure their own kind.
They were more like machines that had their programs set, following the directives of their programming to perform specific tasks. If there was anything in their path, unless their programming specified a detour, they would just collide with it.
This was common knowledge for all members of the Peace Party.
