“I guess that’s it?” I said with a sigh.0

My entire body was covered with zombie blood from taking care of the mad, frenzied zombies. It took more than just crushing their skulls to deal with them completely; their chopped limbs still wriggled like earthworms. I had to crush every bone in their body to make them stop moving.0

As I collected myself, I counted the number of zombies I had taken care of. I noticed that I had taken care of about two thousand or so. And in the process, I’d lost five stage-one mutants. Most of the stage-one mutants had gone down when they let their guard down.0

Since the zombies didn’t die even after their skulls were crushed, there had been many times when the zombies on the ground would grab onto our lower bodies. Once any of my mutants lost their balance and fell to the ground, they would not be able to resist the pressure from the attacking zombies and would eventually succumb.0

I had only lost three stage-one mutants while dealing with the two thousand zombies that were under the control of the boss of the Family. This time, though, I’d lost five of them merely fighting street zombies. These new zombies possessed a madness that gave them overwhelming strength, stamina, and intelligence.0

This was a tragedy borne from mine and my mutants’ carelessness.0

As the fight dragged on, the remaining ten mutants began to understand the characteristics of these new zombies, along with what...0