In another abandoned part of town, Kia lay on the ground, panting heavily and drenched in blood—but it wasn't his own. It was the blood of the zombies he had just killed.
He didn't know he had it in him. When he was suddenly cornered by five zombies, he fired at them, yelling at the top of his lungs. But when he ran out of bullets, he grabbed a broken bottle and stabbed the zombies repeatedly in the face.
It must have been a sudden burst of adrenaline, but now he was exhausted and weak, his hands trembling as he tried to catch his breath. The broken bottle, still clenched in his hand, was covered in zombie blood.
He felt like he was about to pass out, but then his watch dinged, and the familiar female robotic voice spoke.
**Ding!**
*Daily Task completed.*
**Ding!**
*60 points have been awarded to you.*
