With the shear blades in his hands, Zain felt much more confident than before. The mopes were make-shift spears and weren’t very sharp and sturdy in the first place. Although the blades on the edge of the shear weren’t sharp, they were good quality and heavy.

“Come on then, let’s go for a second round!” Zain shouted, charging forward. The others didn’t know it, but he had somewhat heard the plan they were discussing and knew it was reliant on him.

When Zain got close enough, he swung the blade from the side, aiming right for the Spitter’s head. It seemed to be the most dangerous part of the zombie. Seeing this, the zombie turned its head and spread its large mouth, ready to eat his weapon.

That’s when Zain quickly pulled back, and at the same time, the other shear in his other hand had hit the Spitter’s side, striking right into one of the boils on its body. It burst like a sack full of liquid, draining the strange substance down the side of its arm.

‘Your skin’s hard, you’re strong, and you can do some weird crap. But if this is the weakness of those other zombies you created, it should be the same for you as well.’

The Spitter furiously swung his arm, but Zain had rolled to the ground to avoid the attack. Then, he spun his body and swung both shears together, pounding into the zombie’s knee. It was a solid hit but only scratched the zombie’s skin.

After fighting several zombies in the day, he noticed the zombie he fought against wouldn’t feel any pain and could attack the enemy as long as their brain was intact, so he rolled back and jumped to his feet before the Spitter could counterattack._.

‘I’m getting used to this… and I won’t run out of breath now that I’m a zombie. So I can keep going, keep fighting without getting tired. I have to use what I have now to my advantage!’

When he tightened the grip around the blades, visions flashed in his head once again.

A young Zain was running while huffing and panting through a dark forest at night. He was almost naked, with several scars on his body.

What was noticeable in the young Zain though, was the blood on his hands as he continued to run through the forest.

“I have been ready for this. Something like you is not going to stop me!” Zain shouted. His head was now clear as he ran forward again.

The boils on the stage 2 zombie’s body lit up, and it quickly spat out the red liquid towards him. At the last moment, Zain jumped to the side, not wasting any time or movement, and as soon as his feet touched the floor, he pushed his weight and continued to head straight toward the zombie.

He slashed one of the shear blades as soon as he was within range and quickly sliced one of the boils on the zombie’s chest, and without giving any time for the latter to react, he cut through other boils on its body.

The Spitter struggled against the continuous barrage of attacks, and although it couldn’t feel pain, Zain’s strength behind his attacks made blocking it difficult.

From side to side, Zain continued his wild swings while hitting different areas of the body. They never pierced the Spitter much, but it was enough to impair the zombie slowly, and it was then that Zain noticed something.

With fewer boils on its body, it was almost as if the zombie was starting to slow down. But the Spitter finally reacted when Zain jumped in for another attack and it had leapt onto him. However, it had missed his body but still managed to latch onto his arm.

It opened its mouth wide, and with its set of several hundred teeth, it chomped on his arm.

“Take it if you want it, but I’m not going to let you have it for free!” Zain grunted as he lifted one of the shears and, with all his strength, stabbed it down in the back of the Spitter’s Neck. This time it had gone quite deep. Although not enough to go right through the neck, it was enough to force it to let go of Zain’s arm.

The zombie wobbled back a bit as it tried to find the weapon in its back but struggled to get hold of the shear. Seeing this, Zain grabbed the other shear in both arms. Although the teeth marks on his arm looked deep, since he was a zombie, they didn’t affect him, and he was able to regain his composure quickly.

Gripping the shear like a sword, Zain ran forward as fast as he could. The Spitter lit up the boils on its body once again and spat right at Zain. However, due to its wild swinging, the spit missed Zain without him having to avoid it.

Seeing this attack fail, it attacked him again with its large mouth, but before it could, Zain crouched down and pushed his legs, shoving the blade right through the zombie’s chin.

Zain pushed it up as hard as he could until the blade was right through the top of its head. Letting go, Zain then kicked the bottom of the shear, hitting it again and shoving it through the head even more.

The Spitter finally fell onto the floor, and the boils on its body no longer emitted any light. Seeing this, Zain knew he had successfully taken out the Stage Two Mutated zombie, and then the ‘ding’ of the system prompt confirmed his thoughts as a screen appeared in front of him.

[150 exp has been earned]

[You are the first to defeat a Stage 2 zombie who has been given the name ‘Spitter’]

[500 Bonus exp has been given]

[You have successfully levelled up]

[Congratulations, you are now level 3]

[262/2626 exp]

A few more screens appeared and a few more prompts which Zain had to answer, but he soon heard a shaky voice from his side, which pulled his attention.

“What do I do?” A shaky voice asked.

Turning his head, Zain was left with his mouth hanging wide open as he stared at Skittle, now covered head to toe in the strange red liquid.

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