Level up Zombie

Chapter 33 The Spitter

The route of their problems was clearly this new type of zombie in front of them. Skittle understood this fact, but the only thing was, he had no idea how dangerous their current situation actually was.

When the green zombie spat the strange red liquid from its mouth, Skittle assumed that this liquid would perhaps turn people or control them as it had done with the zombies, but it was far more dangerous than that.

"What is all of this stuff!" Clark said as he began to wipe it off him. The strange spit was gooey, making it hard to wipe it off the skin. However, he didn't feel anything weird. Instead, his mind felt clear, which made him unsure if it actually did anything.

However, a zombie came up to him, and its presence pulled him out of his stupor. Clark swung his stick and hit the zombie on the head, sending it to the ground, but there was another zombie behind that one, and Clark quickly realised something.

In fact, not just him, the others realised something as well. All the zombies they were fighting against seemed to no longer care about them, and instead, they were heading straight for Clark. Seeing this as an opportunity, Mark ran away to the aisle.

Cody quickly followed, and Kelly was the last one. She was hesitant, but in the end, she left as well.

"What are you guys doing?! Why are you running away? Why aren't they attacking you?!" Clark shouted as panic started to set in, although he continued to kick and hit the zombies away. Luckily Clark had inhuman strength, allowing him to fend off the large group.

"That red substance, it must be attracting the zombies…." Skittle mumbled. "We can't let ourselves be hit by that Spitter!"

Spitter was what he was calling that strange green zombie, due to the creature's large mouth and actions before.

The Spitter itself seemed to be focused on Clark as well. It hadn't moved far from the freezer and was standing in silence, staring in the direction of Clark.

"Come on, let's get out of here. We can escape this place if we open the shutters while they're all after him." Mark suggested.

"You guys can go, but we're going to stay." Skittle replied. "You said Zain is in that room, behind that Spitter Zombie, right?" Skittle asked. "Then I'm staying until I can get him out. We figured out how to kill the zombies. We have to attack the red boils on their body. We can do this."

Mark looked at them for a while and turned his head toward where the entrance was. If they wanted to risk their lives for the others, they could be his guest. Then, leaving them all, he headed towards the shutters.

"Aim for the red mark right, and avoid getting spat on. Understood." Cody replied.

"I might not be able to be much help. So I'll just stay here and warn you guys if I see anything else." Kelly replied.

Running forward, Cody sprung into action. While the zombies were distracted, it was the best opportunity for them. Since they were all going after Clark, Cody could easily use his blades to stab the red spots.

He slid across the floor and stabbed it on the leg while heading to the next one. Skittle had his hammer from before in one hand while a frying pan in the other, making him look like he was holding some type of sword and shield combo.

Then there was Buke. With his bat, it didn't matter if they would get back up because, with a large swing, he would crush their ribs, making them worse off if they did come back up.

It seemed like he had limitless power as he swung the bat.

"When they're not attacking us, this is actually easier!" Buke said, swinging so hard that the head of one of the Zombies got decapitated and hit the wall. However, the zombie was still moving and alive since the attack hadn't destroyed its red boil.

"There's more coming out of the freezer!" Kelly shouted, warning them.

The group looked ahead, and just as Kelly said, there were more of them, but it wasn't a small number. Instead, around fifteen more were rushing out, but their bodies weren't frozen for some reason, unlike the others. They still had the boils on their body, but they ran straight toward Clark at full speed, just as fast as a normal person.

Skittle froze, allowing them to run past him, Buke had hit one in the chest, sending it flying back, but others simply ignored him and went for Clark.

Cody also took this chance and stabbed one of them on the head where a boil was.

"Arghh!" Clark's scream resonated throughout the supermarket. His fingers were bit when a zombie latched its jaws down and wouldn't let go. After that, two more Zombies leapt on top of his body and started biting his neck and chest.

Within seconds, Clark was overwhelmed with so many zombies that the others couldn't see him anymore, and even with his super strength, there was no chance for him to survive. As they watched Clark in disbelief, Skittle noticed a zombie coming from one of the aisles and had lept to attack Clark as well.

"No..." Skittle thought as he looked back toward the entrance of the store.

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Mark had reached the shutters and immediately pressed the door button. He was in a panic, constantly turning his head back and side to side.

"Come on! Come on! Open up!" Mark said.

In a rush, as soon as the bottom of the shutters started to lift, he grabbed it and lifted it himself. In that second, he felt great pain in his leg and all over his body as a horde of zombies was right outside of the shop, ready to pounce on him.

They could barely fit through the entrance of the door because they were that many. On the other hand, Mark fell to the floor, and his eyes turned lifeless as the zombies ate his flesh.

While a few zombies were biting on Mark, the other zombies started to make their way toward the others inside.

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Seeing not just one but a couple of other Zombies that didn't have the strange boil, Skittle's face paled as his heart filled with regret.

"We should have run! We should have gotten out of here! That spit doesn't just attract the boil-Zombies but all of them."

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