Grunts reverberated throughout the Supermarket, and now what Skittle had been the first to notice, the others were catching on as well. An unknown amount of zombies were treading down the aisles and had entered the Supermarket.
Thankfully there was one good thing on their side. The fact that most of these zombies were extremely slow. Their steps were slumped as if they could barely handle their own body weight.
Either way, the problem now was to get out of the building. It was a considerable risk trying to get out of the entrance, and judging by the banging they could hear in other corners, they knew the situation was worsening with every second.
"What do we do now?" Kelly had asked, moving closer to Skittle, who was heading towards where Buke and Cody were. It looked like the Boil Zombies were still busy attacking Clark.
Once in a while, one of the Zombies would be seen getting knocked off. For once, everyone was thankful that Clark was strong while also being big, so the Zombies were getting quite the feast out of him, but with how many more were coming over and heading in his direction, it won't be long before they were done with him.
"I have a plan! And it's quite a simple one!" Buke said, slapping the bat into the palm of his hand and turning towards the Spitter. "He's the one causing all of our problems, so I'm going to get rid of him!"
Buke let out some sort of war cry as he shouted, charging towards the Spitter, while Skittle reached out to stop Buke but was too late.
'I'm not sure getting rid of that thing is our best option. Right now, the Spitter has only picked one target, and all zombies coming in the store are heading towards Clark.
'If we kill the Spitter now, what will happen to these Zombies?'
It seemed this question didn't matter too much because the group of zombies that were attacking Clark were done with him. Noticing this, the group raised their weapons as they got ready to protect themselves.
"Are we just going to sit here and fight them? I'm not sure that's the best option!" Kelly said nervously.
Honestly, Skitlltte wasn't sure what to do either. Should they head down an aisle and find a way of getting out of here? But heading into a narrow space would mean doom for them all. There was too much on the line for him to make a decision.
That's when he noticed something. Apart from the Boil Zombies that had eaten Clark, the normal zombies were heading toward them. But, instead, they were heading back to the Spitter.
"Let's back up, Buke!" Skittle shouted. "Get rid of the boils on the other Zombies first, and then let's get out of here."
Charging forward, they went to intercept the zombies that were heading towards Buke.
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When Buke came forward, it looked like the Spitter hadn't noticed him.
When he was in range, Buke swung his bat, aiming to hit the largemouth and head of the zombie.
But the Spitter jumped back, avoiding the bat, and the boils had started to light up again, getting ready to spit again.
,m 'I can't let that thing hit me!' Buke thought, immediately rolling onto the ground. Then, looking to his side, he saw that the red liquid had narrowly missed him.
'The boils on his body aren't growing as brightly as they did just now. So I'm guessing you won't be using that soon!' Buke jumped from his crouching position and had the bat over his head before he swung it down.
Once again, though, the creature avoided the attack by moving backwards, allowing the bat to crash into the ground, and the force from it cracked the floor tiles.
'This Zombie has full control of its body, it has full movement, and it's reacting even faster than me.' Buke looked up and could see at that moment that it had opened its large mouth and was ready to clamp down on him.
His instincts kicked in, and with the bat in his hand, he shoved it straight into the Spitter's mouth. Almost immediately, the inner part of the Spitter's mouth began to crunch the bat as if it wasn't metal but a cookie.
Seeing this, Buke immediately let go, and with his bare fist and in a fit of rage, he went and punched the Spitter right in the head. It flinched and slightly moved its head but didn't step away from its position.
'What the...With my newfound strength, I thought I would be able to injure it at least...but it's done nothing.' Seeing this, Buke lost hope and decided to pull back.
"I'm guessing you don't have any good news?" Cody asked as he saw Buke retreating toward them.
The others had done well. They had killed four of the Boil Zombies, but it was challenging to fight properly without getting a scratch on themselves. They all had thick clothes on, which helped, but being cautious was making it hard, and by now, many of the slow Zombies had caught up and had surrounded them from all directions.
"That thing is a lot stronger than the others. We'll at least need a gun or something to hurt it." Buke felt helpless. And having no weapons in his hands worsened the situation.
"Then I guess we'll have to pick a direction and get out of this place," Cody said. The problem was, where should they go? Since there was no easy path to get out of the store.
One of the zombies that was close mustered up the strength and leapt toward kelly, making her flinch. Both Cody and Skittle reacted, heading towards it. But just then, something strange happened.
A sharp object flew through the air and went right through the zombie's head, forcing it to the floor.
"I... won't let the same thing happen again." A voice resounded, attracting everyone's attention.
Turning to their right towards the freezer section, they noticed a red-haired young man just behind the Spitter.
"Zain..." Skittle's voice cracked a bit upon seeing his best friend. The situation felt hopeless, and many would think about what one person could do, but it wasn't long ago when he felt the same, and this friend of his had taken him out safely from an almost impossible situation.
"Help us?" Skittle cried out again.
"Of course!" Zain replied and headed straight for the Stage two zombie, the Splitter.
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