Under the gentle sunshine, a zombie, surrounded by balls of earth, was standing at the edge of the residential complex, seemingly in a daze. It seemed as if the magical plant fruit, which had attracted a horde of zombies, held no appeal for it.
As it stood lost in its thoughts, the earth orbs surrounding it continued to disperse and regroup.
This was one way of practicing abilities. Zombies at this stage didn't have much intelligence, so they had no thoughts of their own. When they had nothing to do, they would train their abilities, fully instinctive behavior.
Years of training made this zombie stronger than the average mutant, but it was clearly unable to perceive the two fifty-pound steel spikes, stealthily making their way along the ground.