An attack

"Watch your backs!" Greta screamed coordinating the members of her team around the other people in the mansion. She needed her security team to get the minimum kills first before they opened a small opening for the remaining members to start killing.

The moment they are done, their job would be to hold down the zombies or at least previously injure them before leading them in, for them to be killed.

The issue was that while they killed the zombies heading toward them, they also had to make as little noise as possible, in case there were other teams around worse: the mutated zombies that could put their lives in danger.

As troublesome as they were, they only counted as one kill.

"Stay together!" Arnold called out from the front of the group where he stood, with a rifle wrapped around his shoulder, and a sharpened metallic rod in his hand.

With two bodyguards by Arnold's sides, Aran had been counting his kills and those of his bodyguards and was shocked to see that he had gone way beyond the minimum kills, and he showed no signs of stopping.

While for him, he was yet to have a single kill in, and it would still take a while for people im front of him to get the minimum way before it reaches him, as he stood at the very back.

"At this rate…I'll barely be able to reach the minimum," Aran thought glancing at his bandaged right arm already imagining the hump that would remain if he continued to do nothing about his current situation.

"Zombies…Class A," Someone suddenly shouted from the side, and instantly everyone shivered as they had suddenly been doused in freezing water.

Class C, zombies were the normal ones, Class B were the ones that could morph a particular part of their bodies and use their signs but Class A was one of the most dangerous kinds.

They were not only deadly with the ability to use high-tier signs but were also very intelligent. A big reason why their presence couldn't in any way be trivialized.

"Fire…" Greta yelled, conscious of the fact that allowing that kind of zombie to come any closer to the group was a bad idea since it would instantly attack the weaker ones, going as far as to use them as shields.

Even from the back of the group where he was, Aran could see the Class A zombie now heading towards his group with amazing speed.

It was a male zombie, with half its face smashed in and drenched in its blood. Bullets rang out in the air but they instantly disappeared, almost as if its body had naturally absolved it.

"Aim for its head!" Arnold's instructions rang out, and even Aran instantly brought out his gun from where he kept it in his bandaged arm.

"Bang! bang!" new shots rang out, and everyone watched in shock as the zombie continued to run straight toward them regardless.

"Shit…" Greta cursed under her breath, her heart thumping heavily in her chest from fear. It was obvious that with that kind of speed, even with her activating her dog sign it would be useless.

Moreover, she hated her red dog sign. The only benefits she got when using it was her body becoming slightly faster, a stronger sense of smell, and sharper incisors that could tear through anything. 

Also, greater immunity to zombie bites but Greta would rather choke on her own saliva than sink her teeth into a zombie's body. Upgrading it was the only choice but that was even harder than simply trying to survive.

Watching the A-class zombie close the remaining distance between them, ignoring the people shooting it completely and heading towards the main group, Greta knew she had no choice but to jump forward.

Swiping the shotgun from around her shoulder, she swung it forward, steadily positioning herself as she waited for the zombie to get closer watching intently as the bullet her team members shot went into the zombie and seemed to disappear without hurting it.

With bated breaths, everyone watched as the security team continued to continuously fire at the zombie that was now merely five steps away from where Greta stood.

"She should move," Aran thought, seeing as how the Zombies abilities were weird and strong enough to baffle even Arnold, the leader who stood to the side with a confused expression on his face.

"3…2…1…" Greta muttered to herself, right before unloading the shells into the zombie's head at point-blank range.

She cocked the gun the second time and shot again. The zombie staggered to the back like it had taken a wrong step and was on the edge of falling.

Again! She cocked the gun and reloaded it, not daring to give it any breathing space, since any attack from it was likely to take her out the moment it landed on her.

Apart from half of the zombie's face that was smashed in was a hard and brown shell-like surface that covered every part of his skin.

"What's its sign?" She thought since knowing what sign it had, meant knowing more about its weaknesses.

She was just about to cock the gun again, glancing at the fore end part of the gun, when she suddenly felt a strong wind blow against her face.

She looked up to find the zombie barely inches away from her and she was still unable to fully comprehend what was happening when the next second she found her body flying backward and in traumatic pain.

It was at that point that all hell broke loose as the zombie, without any hesitation ran into a group of humans Aran was standing behind, regardless of the bullets that continued to enter its body.

The first person it attacked was beyond unlucky. Biting her neck into bits in mere seconds. He wasn't done eating when he hopped on the closest meal to him, which was an older woman with graying hair, who stood no chance of evading its attack.

Meanwhile, every other person saw a second chance at living as people bolted in all directions, hoping that the Zombie concentrated on everyone else but them.