Capítulo 669: "Unboxing" - Blackouts

Hearing Artem's words, I just replied promptly before I pulled my TX-22 and shot down several deadheads one after the other. As soon as the lead projectiles punched through their heads, their bodies were like puppets that got their strings cut off as they plopped on the road unmoving.

With that said, their bodies acted as small obstacles to make the ones straddling after them trip and fall, slowing their advance by a considerable amount. Furthermore, the unlucky ones got trampled to death by their colleagues whose only goal was to draw blood with their bloody claws instead of helping them up.

'Well… I'll be shitting my pants if one of them actually helped one of them up...'

After a bit more time, It didn't take long before we blanketed part of a block with dead bodies and it was like spreading some fucked-up spread like mayo with pimiento on a piece of bread.