Alexander rushed through the dark street, body nimbly dodging the slow zombies, leaving them for his cute Vesta to hunt. He would need to kill far too many of these weak ones for them even to matter.
His muscular legs sent his body almost shooting into the air like a catapult, the chilly evening wind blowing against his face as he slammed into a wall, his hand grasping the concrete like it was foam, his fingers putting extensive holes inside the wall before jumping down and landing on a car roof and crushing it with a booming thud, his arms crossed across his body as he overlooked the area outside the graveyard.
'When were there so many human camps here?' He thought, looking at the large group of people almost blocking the path to the forsaken village.
