Running down the corridor in a hunched position I see a mutated zombie I charge him and grab his legs from under him, throwing him to the side.
This is harder than it looks especially with my backpack on and this mutant that is not only heavy but also trying to bite me.
Man I should have worked out more I am already tired and things haven't even truly started.
Despite the apparent struggle of throwing the zombie over the railing I succeeded and he fell for quite a while, 5 floors to be exact.
"aaaaaaahhhh"
That was definitely my neighbours, based on the slight tremor I felt they are currently being smashed by the meathead mutant.
I do feel a little sorry but I guess one of us had to survive and based on their mental state they wouldn't have survived for much longer anyways.
So leaving their door open and using it to keep out of the mutants sight seemed to be the right choice.
It had been a gamble, if the meathead had seen me or was using any other sense rather than his sight I would have been smashed.
Going down the stairs I could already see the old lady with her chihuahua from below us fighting a zombie but her opponent was dodging her strikes with practiced ease and the chirping her dog was doing wouldn't be able to change that.
No zombies where on the stairs down to the next floor so I took my chance and took the stairs to the floor below.
After going down quite a bit I could see 5 mutants that were waiting for me holding a surprise party and 3 more blocking the way down in case I had forgot it was my birthday.
Without other options I thought of a plan.
Going up now would be ludicrous that zombie currently killing old grandma with her little chihuahua was something I was not able to take on.
So my options where to either give up my backpack and try climbing the drainage which I did not know if it could hold me or if could even climb it.
Or I could try something even more suicidal and charge these 5 zombies trying my luck at beating them all which was very unlikely as even one of them put me in mortal danger.
But my intuition was telling me to at least not go out without a fight, so I took the cast iron pan out of my backpack, into my right hand and my backpack into my left as a sort of shield.
The plan was to throw the first one that was split off from the rest off the railing, kick the next one in the chest making him fall on his ass and hopefully making the other ones trip over him, using this small window to finish one off with the pan and after that hoping for the best by using the backpack as a shield and backing up while fighting the rest.
Well that was the plan, but the moment I started charging the first mutant that was split off a bit from the other 4, my plan had already gone to shit.
The split mutant had instantly noticed me and was already charging me.
I put my backpack in front of me and he bit into it, god knows how I performed a perfectly time shoulder throw with his head as leverage but I somehow did.
But he did not let go of my backpack and the other mutants were already charging me with one of them in arms reach, the pull of him was draggimg me down with him.
I clenched my teeth and put all of my strength into my left arm gripping the bag so hard I almost thought I my hands where becoming one with it.
The backpack ripped and the zombie fell to his death, using the momentum I smashed the pan with every fiber of my being towards the approaching mutants head.
It was almost too late his hand had already grabbed my arm and he was ready to bite, my pan smashed into his face ripples formed on his skin and teeth fell out of his mouth.
I made him fall but he was not dead or immobile well if I was being honest I had no clue whether these things weren't already dead or if they could be classified as alive.
The next one ran towards me and I kicked him in the chest almost losing my balance, but achieving my goal of blocking the other two mutants and making them fal... no what was that there was another zombie and he was holding the other two back by grabbing their necks.
What the fuck was that I had not seen another mutant and I was pretty sure about that, he must have hid behind the mutants crouching somewhere in a corner what a weirdo.
And the way he was looking at me it didn't look like the other zombies, he looked almost intelligent and scarily so, but more importantly this was the third instance where a mutant was deviating from the norm.
First mister meathead that had killed my entire family, then the zombie that had dodged the grandmas strikes and now this one which when looked at closer had an enormous head.
There where bad scenarios going through my head but I had no time to think this over or this might get even more dangerous, so I finished of the zombie I had already damaged by continuosly bashing his skull which was actually harder than zombie movies made it seem.
If you thought about it though it was pretty obvious that destroying someones head was going to be quite a lot harder than hitting it with good old batsy (a bat) once.
Neither was there any satisfaction of exploding heads it just slowly turned into a gooey mess of brain, skull and blood.
Judging by my circumstances I was pretty fucked I had killed 2 zombies with the element of surprise and because they had been split, but now with 4 of them grouped up and one of them being the equivalent of mutant Einstein I would have to run.
But thats when I heard growling behind me.
"It was a good life maybe I did not achieve my dreams or get rich nor did I get to travel to all the countries I wanted to but at least I was still a virgin??? FUUUUCKK THIS IM NOT GOING TO DIE A VIRGIN!!!"
Charging into them I prepared myself for death I was ready, kill or be killed if I was going to die I would at least take that son of a bitch mutant Einstein with me.
There was a kind of fire in my eyes my face was contorted in madness and fear and thats when it happened.
A door opened slamming right into Einstein and a women with a machete jumped out slicing one of the mutants head off.
Blood splattered in the form of a slash the precision and beauty of it all pulled me out of my determination and made me look at her.
She was a 33 year old woman with blonde hair that was put up in a bun a crop top and some jogging pants coupled with her trainers gave her the image of a fitness mom.
All I could focus on was her pink sports bra that was peaking out though, I knew she was a single parent with a delectable ass and mandarine sized breasts which I had admired several times from a distance during her jogging trips.
Normally she had seemed pretty unreliable sometimes missing rent and fighting with the fat landlord that would have surely made some exceptions for her if she had been willing to pay in another way.
Which she never really seemed to notice either due to being too dense or too naive, in both cases the image I had of her was that of a dumb single mother that had way too much on her plate and couldn't even get her kid to stop crying.
So it was safe to say that her killing two zombies in a split second was a welcome surprise.