Level up Zombie

The situation was clear to Pink at that point, that the only way they would be able to get out of this was by fighting. She quickly placed her mother down on the road, by the side.

“Mum, you need to just stay out of this fight, and no matter what happens, don’t worry about me,” Pink stated, as she turned around and headed back to where the strange zombies had appeared.

“What are you doing, are you crazy? We should just climb on out of here. If the military with their weapons were unable to do anything, what do you think we can do?” Andy asked.

Pink wasn’t the only one that figured out that there was no way of escaping, Brandon did as well, as he had stopped shooting out suppressive fire, and started to make his way towards Pink and the others as well.

Dave, Cody, Kelly, all of them inherently trusted her judgement, they could tell something was off.

“Come on dear, we have to live!” Andy said, as he started to climb on top of the heaped cars, as he did though, a shadow was cast on him, and when turning around another car was seen flying in the air.

It was too late for Andy to do anything, other than lift his hand which was useless. The car crushed his entire body, landing directly on top of him and crashing onto the other. The only thing that could be seen was his hand dangling out from the side, limp.

“NOOOO!” Suszan screamed as she saw her husband’ arm, she went to reach out to it, and when she did she could hear the sound of raucous laughing, coming from above.

“So sad, right… this is so sad.” The clown-like zombie with pale skin said. “You will be much happier with him!”

With a swing of his scythe, Suszan’s head was rolling on the floor.

Quickly, Cube and Martha had decided to run to where the others were who had formed a circle, in the centre, trying to cover each of their backs. Now behind them was the clown, on the other side, the football player, and the gladiator, lastly it looked like the one holding a guitar had finally jumped off and was joining the fight as well.

“Brandon… Do you have a plan?” Dave asked.

“Usually my plan is bullets, and bullets don’t seem to be working.” Brandon replied.

“If bullets don’t work, I don’t think my daggers are going to be much help either.”Cody stated.

“What about Zain?” Kelly said. “What if one of us goes back and gets Zain?”

“Zain?” Martha asked, hearing a name she had only just heard for the first time. They had only just joined the group, but she had paid attention to all of their names so she wouldn’t come across as rude.

“We can’t rely on Zain, he won’t know we are in trouble, and honestly with this one, I don’t even know if he could even get us out of this mess. We have to take care of these guys ourselves. Right now, I’m the best chance we have at taking these people out.

“I’ll take on the gladiator since your bullets don’t seem to be working on him. You guys just hold onto the rest until I can help.” Pink ordered.

With that agreed, she ran out from the circle toward the gladiator. Seeing as how the football player was next to him, Cody decided to grab one of his daggers and throw it as hard as he could towards him.

It landed right in his shoulder, sticking in but doing nothing in terms of damage, but it did get his attention. With Kelly behind the two of them would attempt to distract the footballer.

“I’ll take on the clown, so that leaves that guitarist to the rest of you. Dave protect them!” Brandon shouted.

With the gun sight up to his eye, Brandon aimed carefully as he shot out a burst of bullets right at the clown’s head. Lifting the scythe, the blade blocked the bullets as they would fall to the ground, but the next burst had hit the clown in the stomach causing him to bleed.

“I guess your skin isn’t as tough as your friend’s back there.” Brandon taunted.

“Ah yes, but bullets to my stomach don’t hurt me you see!” The clown laughed as he ran forward.

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Pink stood right up next to the gladiator and took a fighting stance, just like how she used to back when she was doing competitions. She clenched a fist, placing it slightly ahead.

“You smell different from them.” The gladiator stated.

“You’re right,” Pink said, as she shifted forward a step, almost jumping, then the second her foot landed, she swung a kick out right to the head, activating the hidden blade. Lifting his arm, the attack was blocked.

However, this was in her predictions, as Pink spun her body, and lifted her other leg in the air, kicking the gladiator right in the face, a clang was heard that vibrated out loudly as the face was swung to the side, and the gladiator had to place his hand on the ground to stop himself from completely falling.

“I am different, I can fight.”

After finishing her kick, out of the corner of her eye Pink was distracted by something and that was the guitarist who walked past. Both Martha and Cube were holding onto their weapons, kitchen knives, while hiding behind Dave with the gun.

“Do you like my music?” The guitarist asked as he strummed the guitar, but there were no strings making any sound.

A step closer, and Dave shot out a bullet but had completely missed since the distance was too far.

“Do you like my music?” the man asked again.

Once again Dave took another shot, and the musician decided to jump. It was at such a height that they could no longer see him, but when he landed again, he had landed right next to where Pink’s mother was.

“Do you like my music?” the man asked.

“I’m… so sorry?” Her mother said, tears filling up, her voice shaky as she looked at Pink.

Hearing the reply, the face of the guitarist had completely changed.

“You don’t like my MUSIC!” He shouted so loud that vibrations almost looked visible coming out of his mouth. When the sound stopped they all turned to look at Pink’s mother, and POP!

Pink’s mother’s head had exploded there and then.

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Thank you for all the support so far on LUZ. LUZ will be continuing on, and I hope I can do more chapters for all my series as time free’s up in the future.