Bang! Clang! Kaching!
'I never thought that metal and concrete can make so many different noises,' Mathew thought, taking a look behind his shoulder where the four unlucky hunters and one volunteer swung around the spears that Mathew provided them with. Yet, rather than striking them down against zombies, they continued to mash them into the rubble left on the topmost floor, pushing it down the massive hole in the middle of the entire floor.
"Faster!" Carol shouted in a deep, perfectly wrathful voice. "This trash does not move so why the fuck do you hesitate?!" she scolded the man nearest to her like some sort of seasoned drill sergeant.
"To think that she would be such a great fit," Mathew muttered under his nose, bringing his head back to its natural position only to observe how the very same junior that came up with the leveling scheme was now doing his very best to manage all the other survivors with just his feeble voice alone.
Out of fear of having my house raided by FBI, I dare not to give the usual counter of the remaining backlog.
So instead of writing it in the form of X/11, let's say I still need 2 more chapters to get this over with