Zion and Leonard exited through the back door. The street outside was pitch black. Leonard pulled Zion to the back of a car to observe the situation.
"Kid, do you see any zombies?"
"There are some shadows moving behind those two cars to our left."
Leonard took a lighter from his pocket and lit a Molotov cocktail. He said to Zion, "Aim well."
"Got it, Uncle!" Zion was extremely nervous; after all, this was his first time actively attacking zombies.
"Calm down! I may not be a sharpshooter, but I can do this. If not, I'll just throw it a few more times." Zion held his breath, preparing to throw the Molotov cocktail.
"Wait!"
"Uncle, you nearly scared me to death!"
The "wait" was Leonard whispering in Zion's ear.
"I forgot to tell you, you need to throw this horizontally, or you might burn yourself since my crafting isn't perfect."
"Alright, I understand, Uncle."
Leonard's reminder was indeed crucial.
Zion held his breath and threw the bottle, trying to keep it steady.
Boom! The bottle hit the car's hood, and the zombies immediately rushed at it. The hood caught fire, and Zion saw that there were five zombies in total.
"Don't panic, let's try again." Leonard lit another Molotov cocktail and handed it to Zion.
Zion took the bottle silently, held his breath, and threw it. Because of the previous noise, all five zombies were focused on the car's hood. This time, Zion hit the zombies directly, causing the bottle to shatter on the ground and ignite.
The zombies' tattered clothes acted as accelerants, and they quickly caught fire.
The burning zombies began to thrash around, and the nearby zombies were also ignited, struggling in place.
"Alright, let's go!"
Leonard was the first to rush out from behind the car, avoiding the zombies around the burning car.
Just as Zion was about to leave the cover of the car, a hand reached out from the shadows and grabbed Leonard's backpack.
It snatched the backpack away, but Leonard reacted instantly, grabbing back. The brief struggle caused the backpack to drop at the owner's feet.
"D*mn it! Leonard, you old dog! Everything you have is because of me!"
With this shout, Zion saw the man clearly.
A tall, thin man, his face pale as if recovering from a severe illness.
"Mr. Dyson, we only had simple transactions."
The thin man named Dyson panted heavily. "B*st*rd! Without me, you wouldn't have been able to survive in the outer district market. Now I order you to give me everything you have."
"Uncle, are you alright?"
"I'm fine, kid. Don't come over!"
Leonard feared Dyson might harm Zion. He said to Zion, "Run, I'll hold him off. Judging by his state, he probably can't use his powers anymore."
"Shut up, Leonard. My ice spikes can still kill you."
Zion glanced at the backpack in Dyson's hand and suddenly had an idea.
"I have supplies here. Don't hurt Uncle Leonard."
"What! Kid, don't give them to him. If you do, we're both dead."
Suddenly, Dyson formed an ice ball and hit Leonard, sending him flying toward the burning car. The five zombies there were now burnt to the ground.
Zion quickly ran over. Leonard's chest was covered in ice shards. "I can hold on, kid. Dyson must be weakened; otherwise, this ice ball would have killed me. I've seen him kill a zombie with one ice ball. Ha… ha…"
It seemed Leonard was seriously injured.
Zion removed his backpack and threw it at Dyson's feet. The sound of breaking bottles echoed. "Take it, just don't hurt us."
"Kid, you dared to break my supplies!" Dyson raged, ready to form another ice ball.
Zion quickly summoned a Molotov cocktail, lit it with nearby flames, and threw it at Dyson's feet.
"Ha! Kid, your aim is off." The explosion of the Molotov interrupted Dyson's ice ball.
Zion achieved his goal. He concentrated and summoned a large amount of whiskey above Dyson's head.
"Enjoy hell, you b*st*rd." Zion released control of the whiskey. Dyson was drenched. The flowing whiskey hit the flames at Dyson's feet, instantly turning him into a human torch. The fire spread rapidly, igniting the Molotov cocktails in the backpack Dyson had taken and the ones in the bag Zion had thrown.
Dyson screamed in agony. Zion helped Leonard up and headed toward the nearby apartments.