The more people who know, the greater the competition. After all, there aren't many third-level zombies.
So, Waldo quickly found another target.
"Let's go for this one; it's the closest to us!" he said.
Alanna and Helen had no objections. Soon, the three of them appeared on another street. There were many zombies here, aimlessly wandering about. Some were rummaging through piles of trash, and others were even tearing at each other, their faces covered in dark blood.
"Which one is the third-level zombie?" They hid in the shadows, not wanting to be noticed by the other zombies. The three of them scanned the area quickly, trying to locate their target.
Waldo soon spotted a very strong female zombie. In a corner of the street, she was holding down an equally strong second-level male zombie. The male zombie's pants had been removed, and the female third-level zombie emitted roars of unknown meaning.
