Chapter 11: BDSM Zombies (1/2)

After taking a deep breath, Jake began his plans.

He ran faster than he had ever in his life. Closer. Closer. He was getting closer to the exit point….and also to the zombies.

Sweats dripped down his forehead as he thought, 'The way is blocked. I have to pave a path, but the problem is the horde of zombies behind me. They won't wait for me to pave my path.'

He clenched his fist. Right now, he had no weapons. He could only rely on himself, on his fist.

*Roar!!*

One of the zombies ahead of Jake spotted him running. It alerted its fellow zombies.

Jake already knew that would happen. Still clenching his fist, he inwardly shouted, ”It is now or never!”

Like that, Jake went into battle unprepared. He didn't know his enemies, didn't know their weak points. But did it matter? Would his enemies give him time? Would the horde behind him let him take a break? No!!

Channeling the momentum gotten from running, Jake took a huge leap in the air. As he was descending, he landed a punch on one of the zombies. It fell down flat.

Before Jake could celebrate, the zombie stood up back.

Jake shockingly thought, 'Even though I wasn't expecting to kill it, it kinda shocks me that it could easily get back up after taking my punch.'

Yet, that didn't stop him. Jake continued his dash. His plan was never to kill it. His plan was to burst through all obstacles.

Seeing one of them fall, the rest of the zombie group rushed at Jake.

The first one to get to Jake was swept off his feet.

The second one was kicked down.

The third one was punched with terrifying anger.

But more kept coming.

While Jake could easily take down the zombies, he couldn't waste his energy here. He knew that fighting was pointless and all it would do is hold him up. The zombies were like an endless swarm of bees and one doesn't fight that or else he/she would get a face makeover.

With every zombie Jake took down, he would advance one step towards his destination. If it was humans Jake was fighting with, they would all be dead by now. But Jake wasn't fighting humans, he was fighting zombies, the legendary Undead. Even after receiving his attacks, they wouldn't stop. Even after losing a limb, they would still crawl.

Three meters to his destination, more zombies came at him.

Jake was sure he took down a lot of zombies, but the damn zombies kept rushing back.

Jake thought as he ran, ”Fuck! Are these zombies into some BDSM shit?!”

He was about to attack another zombie when he felt a sharp pain in his leg. It was a zombie gripping him, its sharp claws were tearing into Jake's beautiful flesh.

Blood gushed out of his injury and Jake screamed, ”Ahhh!!!”

Intense anger coursed through his veins as he kicked out the zombie's head like a soccer ball.

At the same time, he kicked high at the other zombie.

Jake was taught combat skills by M. While he couldn't access his energy due to his biological parent's seal, he had at least learned how to defend himself.

Bending his head backward, Jake flipped over an incoming zombie. He furiously smashed the zombie's head to the ground.

Jake proceeded to eliminate the other zombies. At this point, he had lost himself to bloodlust.

He smashed through zombies one after the other. His attacks were getting weaker, evidence of his waning energy.

It was only after the last wave of energy left him that Jake came back to his senses.

He found himself surrounded by a group of zombies. Spotting a zombie with a twisted leg, Jake grimaced, 'Wasn't this the zombie that I kicked?'

Jake spotted other familiar zombies. They were all alive and kicking with vigor.

It was then reality dawned on Jake. He realized there was no escaping this undying group of zombies.