Chapter 149 Little Zombie
Natalie was the second person to charge into the horde of corpses, right after William.
Although she didn't have the natural talents of Candice, Jack, or Michelle, her fierce determination and unwavering loyalty to William earned her the respect of everyone in the team.
Not everyone could adapt to the post-apocalyptic life as quickly as her.
Natalie, like an enraged leopard, dashed into the group of ugly, disgusting monsters, unleashing her Quadrilateral dance spinning without hesitation.
The group skill Windancer immediately showcased the greatest effect since Natalie acquired her profession.
Under the countless whip shadows, a large number of zombies around were decapitated. The sound of the whip even made William, who was slashing left and right, take notice.
With just this one move, she instantly took down dozens of zombies!
The people who followed behind were stunned for a moment, then overjoyed! Any last bit of doubt they had about William's promise to give them the Evolution Elixir had vanished.
They thought, 'Look at her, even the team members are so powerful, how could he not keep his word?'
These people, who were initially ready to fight to the death, had their morale peak at that moment. They wielded all sorts of strange weapons, smashing them towards the zombies' heads.
William was not to be outdone. Holding the Arm shield in his left hand to block attacks from one side, he swung The Light of Full Strength with his right hand.
The sharp Knife light sliced through the zombies, directly severing their heads and bodies. With each swing, several, even dozens of zombies fell.
Perhaps William's move wasn't as flashy as Natalie's professional skill, but silently, he had already killed dozens of zombies, making many people envious.
Though few in number, under the leadership of William and Natalie, the humans fought fiercely, advancing several meters and turning this area under the ruins into a forbidden zone.
William advised, "Keep your distance from your companions. Don't charge too hastily. If you get surrounded by zombies alone, you're in danger!"
William continued, "Besides your hands, you have your feet. In the gaps between attacks, use your feet to push away from the zombies! But watch the angle of your kicks!"
He added, "Try to kill with one strike, don't waste unnecessary energy!"
While fighting, William shouted out things to be mindful of in this situation. Although these words were just important reminders they saved these inexperienced humans several times.
The way they looked at William immediately changed. The battle turned from a hot-blooded charge to a learning process from William.
Even Natalie, who had fought many times, benefited greatly.
After all, these things seemed simple, but they were the accumulation of William's ten years of experience in the apocalypse. Each lesson was gained from lives lost.
Lucy announced, "Fifteen minutes left!"
Lucy, who hadn't charged into the horde, shouted the remaining time from behind the group.
Someone, dissatisfied with Lucy because she hid in the back, turned to scold her for being cowardly. However, as soon as he turned his head, he saw Lucy waving at him.
He was puzzled, but soon he noticed a semi-transparent small shield floating around him. A zombie, taking advantage of his distraction, was about to claw at his neck. The small shield quickly moved to block the attack, saving his life.
The transparent shield flickered, its brightness slightly dimming, but it continued to protect him.
Even if he was dumb, he knew that the beautiful woman, Lucy, behind him had saved his life and given him a shield that could block zombies.
The man yelled to Lucy, "Thanks! I'll treat you to dinner later!"
Lucy, whose mental strength was nearly exhausted, pouted, thinking to herself, 'I eat mutated animal meat, second-level meat. You want to treat me to dinner? You couldn't afford it even if you pawned your underwear.'
Thinking this, Lucy immediately made a disdainful sound, feeling that she had been influenced by Natalie.
The unexpectedly smooth progress made everyone relax a bit.
The situation, which had seemed desperate, now showed a glimmer of hope due to the bravery of these twenty-odd people.
But this glimmer of hope quickly vanished with a scream.
William looked in the direction of the sound and saw a small, hunched figure riding on a fallen person.
Someone shouted, "Little Zombie!"
William tightened his grip on his knife.
These mutated zombies, about three feet tall, were mostly children who had been infected. After becoming zombies, they became fast and agile, cunning and sly.
They usually hid behind other zombies, ambushing humans when they were not paying attention. With their speed and sharp, knife-like claws, they aimed for vital spots, making it hard to defend against them.
Moreover, the biggest difference between these Little Zombies and other zombies was that while other zombies' bodies would undergo special changes such as Iron Arm or Corpse Ape.
Little Zombies were one of the few rare zombies that could mutate their own body parts.
Mutating their own body parts, in a way, a self-made weapon ability, but the materials for the weapon could only be parts of their kind's bodies.
As William thought about this, he saw a long-haired female zombie's head on the Little Zombie's back.
The pale face and blue eyes, with the neck area where it should have been connected to the body, had ragged human tissue hanging down, occasionally dripping black blood from the severed blood vessels and tendons.
The scene was somewhat terrifying, but William knew that the ability contained in this female zombie's head, which had clearly been mutated by the Little Zombie, was likely an extremely strange and powerful type.
A human on the side, who seemed to be close to the person who had been killed, cried out in grief and thrust his empty rifle at the small zombie.
Seeing the attack, the Little Zombie roared at the human. As it roared, it grabbed the female zombie's head from its back and shook it at the human.
The female zombie's head opened its mouth, and a pink mist sprayed out. The human, caught off guard, ran straight into the mist.
In an instant, the human dropped his gun to the ground, kneeling in pain, scratching at his face and body as if something unbearable was there. His skin, as if boiled, peeled off in chunks with his scratching, revealing the bones underneath!
But the person seemed unaware, continued to scratch himself. In no time, from his face to his chest, only white bones were left, with his internal organs clearly visible.
Finally, the person let out a couple of painful whimpers and collapsed to the ground, dying unwillingly.
