Chapter 15 Checking The System

• “Seems like the zombies can't see but rely on sounds and the scent of blood to track their prey,” Maverick reflected grimly, his cold gaze fixed on the creatures wandering aimlessly where he had thrown a chair to distract them.
• Taking advantage of their confusion, he crept silently behind them, his movements fluid and precise. With practiced ease, his blade pierced through their skulls one by one, silencing them forever. Yet, the dying growls echoed, loud enough to draw five more zombies from the shadows.
• Maverick tensed, realizing the danger. If he lingered, he would be overrun. Adjusting the sweat-soaked towel wrapped tightly around his face, he swiftly pulled his knife free and slid beneath a nearby table, crawling away with calculated stealth.