Zombolution: Unleash the Undying Power

Chapter 12: The Man with Sharp Nail

The battle in the desolate, post-apocalyptic landscape was intense. Fueled by the girl's mysterious power, the two male survivors confronted their undead adversaries with determination. In this brutal showdown, two swift zombies and two thick zombies emerged to challenge the survivors.

As the fight ensued, the two survivors showcased their enhanced abilities. Now endowed with sharp, elongated nails, the first man lunged at the swift zombies with swift strikes. His strikes were precise and deadly, making the zombies stagger, although they could not feel pain. He jeered, "You thought you could outrun us? Not a chance!"

The second man, his leg muscles bulging from his newfound leg enhancement ability, delivered powerful kicks to the swift zombies. The force of his kicks sent them tumbling, their feeble minds unable to comprehend the attacks. He taunted, "You guys are barely a challenge!"

On the other side of the battlefield, the thick zombies approached their minds just as vacant. The first man, still adorned with his razor-sharp nails, faced off against one of them. He unleashed a flurry of attacks, slashing at the thick zombie's flesh. Despite their lack of pain receptors, the thick zombie's movements became sluggish. The first survivor chuckled, "Maybe you should've hit the gym more often!"

The second survivor, his enhanced legs granting him extraordinary agility, battled the other thick zombie. He skillfully evaded the lumbering attacks and countered with precise, bone-crushing kicks. Each kick sent shockwaves through the zombie's large body. The survivor quipped, "You call this a fight?"

In the heat of battle, the survivors held the upper hand. Their abilities, combined with their coordinated tactics, made them a formidable force. The swift and thick zombies struggled to respond effectively, succumbing to the survivors' relentless assaults.

Zorvax, still observing the fight from the shadows, watched with fascination. He marveled at the effectiveness of the survivors' unique abilities. The survivors appeared to be gaining the upper hand, their mockery of the mindless zombies emphasizing their control over the battle.

As the first man with sharp nails readied himself to finish off one of the swift zombies, he couldn't resist taunting his prey one more time. "You're nothing more than a snack, aren't you?" he sneered, fully confident in his abilities.

However, just as he lunged forward for the final strike, an unexpected figure burst onto the scene. Another zombie, wielding two sharp daggers, appeared with surprising agility. This newly arrived zombie skillfully parried the attack from the first man and, with a deft movement, twisted around and drove one of the daggers through the swift zombie's head.

The zombie that had interrupted the man was none other than Zorvax, who, with a hoarse and barely intelligible voice, stuttered, "Th-they... mine." He raised a dagger towards the man with sharp nails, indicating the other zombies surrounding them. Zorvax's presence was a testament to his determination to claim the Evolution Points they represented, even if it meant confronting these awakened survivors.

The man with sharp nails was livid upon seeing another zombie in his midst. He couldn't contain his rage, and his angry words echoed through the air. "What the hell is this? Another one?!" he exclaimed, his frustration palpable.

As fury surged through his veins, the man with sharp nails charged toward Zorvax, his unwavering determination fueled by a profound desire to eradicate this unexpected zombie interloper.

Amid his furious advance, the man with sharp nails couldn't help but add a touch of mockery to his words. "How dare you, zombie? Do you think you can just waltz in here?" he taunted as he got closer to Zorvax.

The scene unfolded in a chilling dance of confrontation, the man with sharp nails driven by his indignant rage and Zorvax, with a cryptic smile on his undead face, calmly raising his dagger to face the irate survivor.

Amidst this frenzied onslaught, an unforeseen twist of fate began to unfold on the battlefield. A thick zombie, evidently drawn by the escalating commotion, materialized with an air of malevolence, positioning itself to launch a sudden assault upon the man with sharp nails.

Undeterred by the unexpected interruption, the man with sharp nails, displaying a level of expertise born from countless battles, swiftly and expertly parried the incoming strike from the thick zombie. Steel met steel in a clash of brute strength, and the two adversaries found themselves locked in a momentary standoff. The man with sharp nails, his anger and determination boiling over, couldn't help but unleash a tirade of words in response to the audacity of the thick zombie who dared to stand in his path.

"How dare you, wretched zombie, block my way!" he spat, his voice laced with venom and contempt. The uninvited intervention only fueled his fury as he sought to remove any obstacles that stood between him and his goals.

However, an abrupt and unexpected shift in the battle's dynamics took place. The thick zombie, in the midst of its attack, abruptly crumpled to the ground.

The man with sharp nails couldn't help but voice his confusion and disbelief. "What the hell just happened?" he muttered, his tone a mixture of frustration and incredulity.

This sudden turn of events sent shockwaves through the man with sharp nails, leaving him in a bewildered state of astonishment. His confusion deepened as he witnessed a trickle of blood emerging from the back of the fallen zombie's head.

With a sense of alarm, the man with sharp nails swiftly turned around to confront the source of this unexpected turn of events. There, just a short distance away, he saw Zorvax, the enigmatic zombie who had now drawn closer. The man's cursing continued in a torrent of rage, his words dripping with frustration as he struggled to comprehend the situation. "You dared to take my prey from me, zombie?" he jeered, unable to contain his anger and perplexity.

In response to the man's taunts, Zorvax simply wore a knowing smile, as if he held some secret that others did not. His dagger remained poised in hand, ready to face the enraged man with sharp nails.

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