Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Just as Mia was lost in admiration, several sharp sounds cut through the air, followed by an abrupt silence.
A tall figure emerged less than three meters in front of them.
It was a level-two zombie, clad in a loose gray-blue work uniform, similar to the one they had encountered at the police station. However, this one was taller, and its life force felt stronger—it seemed to be on the verge of evolving into a level-three zombie.
Mia's eyes burned with hatred as she stared at the zombie. Her friends, comrades, and even Uncle Jace had all died at the hands of these monsters. She had longed for the chance to exact revenge, and now, facing one of them, her desire to kill it with her own hands was overwhelming.
"Master, let me handle this," Mia said, her voice firm but tinged with emotion.
