as i stood in the old house, my heart raced with a mixture of fear and exhilaration. the knowledge i had gained about the zombies' weaknesses and advantages would be crucial in my survival. with the flashlight in hand, i readied myself for the upcoming battle.
stepping outside, i surveyed the area, searching for the nearest group of zombies. spotting them in the distance, i flicked on the flashlight, its beam cutting through the darkness. instantly, the zombies reacted, their vacant eyes fixated on the light as they mindlessly charged towards it.
i tested their reaction once more, this time in a dark corner. i stood in front of one of the zombies, the flashlight switched off. to my surprise, it showed no response. it seemed that their eyes couldn't adjust to the darkness, not allowing them to navigate in the absence of light.
accidentally, i slipped my finger on the flashlight switch, and the beam illuminated the area. the zombie slowly turned around, its decaying flesh barely clinging to its bones, and rushed towards me. my heart pounding, i quickly retreated back into the safety of the old house, closing the steel door behind me.
a loud bang echoed through the house as the zombie relentlessly pounded on the door. it seemed that one of their advantages was their physical strength, as the steel door trembled under the force of their blows. fear gripped me, knowing that they could easily break through if given enough time.
thinking quickly, i made my way upstairs, searching for a solution. my eyes fell upon a stack of empty cans, and an idea sparked within me. grabbing a handful, i threw them out the window, the clattering noise resonating through the night. instantly, the zombies shifted their focus, rushing towards the sound of the cans.
relief washed over me as the zombie at the door joined the others, drawn by the noise. it appeared that they had the ability to hear, just like normal humans. this information would prove valuable in my strategy, allowing me to manipulate their movements and divert their attention when needed.
but there was one more test to conduct. i reached for the fresh meat i had collected, throwing it near the group of zombies. to my surprise, they showed no reaction. it seemed that their sense of smell was non-existent, another weakness i could exploit. the thought gave me a glimmer of hope amidst the darkness of this zombie-infested world.
finally, i retrieved the long, sharp poking stick i had prepared. approaching one of the zombies from behind, i tentatively poked it. it remained motionless, unaffected by the touch. encouraged, i tried harder, but still, there was no response. this confirmed my suspicions - the only way to kill them was to destroy their brains.
taking a deep breath, i steadied my trembling hand and aimed for the zombie's head. with a swift thrust, i pierced the stick into its skull, a sickening squelch accompanying the motion. the zombie collapsed to the ground, lifeless. a mix of relief and horror washed over me as i realized the brutal reality of this world.
armed with this newfound knowledge, i set out into the night, ready to face the hordes of undead. each step i took was calculated, every movement deliberate. i knew that my survival depended on my ability to outwit and outmaneuver these monsters.
as i ventured further into the city, the chaos intensified. the streets were littered with abandoned vehicles, shattered glass, and the occasional dismembered corpse. the stench of decay hung heavy in the air, a constant reminder of the horrors that surrounded me.
the sound of shuffling feet and guttural groans echoed through the deserted streets, signaling the presence of the undead. with each encounter, i used their weaknesses to my advantage, luring them away with the sound of cans, exploiting their inability to see in the dark, and aiming for their brains with precision.
but as the night wore on, exhaustion began to set in. the physical and mental toll of this relentless battle weighed heavily on my shoulders.