Not Normal

Unlike Mr. Big Nose and Mr. One Hand, who had particularly strong points that could cause quite a problem if not properly handled, the zombies in front of Randy were just normal ones, normal in relation to other zombies that is.

Wanting to see if he could enact his quickly thought-of plan, Randy sped toward the zombie that was at the front, doing his best to have his attention on both it and the rest standing a distance away.

The option to run away from the zombie was open to Randy, but that would be stupid, as it would have him running away with a trail of zombies at his back, a situation that would draw the attention of every living thing in the vicinity to him.

Charging toward the also charging zombie, Randy made sure to keep his steps controlled as he moved towards it, and then when he got into attacking range, he quickly rolled to the left, his actions sending the zombies running past him, and him being behind it.

Getting back to his feet as fast as possible, with all his might, Randy sprung towards the back of the still slow-to-react zombie and rammed into it. 

With the zombie already in motion, Randy's hit easily sent it flying off its feet and falling face-first into the ground and then, before it could stand, he climbed onto it, placing his right footstep on its back, just at the nape, and then he held onto the head and pulled backwards.

Before he had started the fight, Randy had quickly taken note of the fact that he had no weapon, meaning that he wouldn't be smashing through the zombies as usual.

Taking his handicap into consideration, Randy opted for extreme brutality and ruthlessness, the only way he could think of that would help him kill the zombies quickly.

Holding the head of the zombie and pulling it backwards, Randy applied as much strength as he could, pulling with all his might while screaming out loud.

Seconds into Randy's hard pull, the sound of bones breaking filled the air, this sound being nothing but sweet music to Randy's ears and further giving him the strength to pull until flesh began tearing.

"Damn, ripping out its head is far harder than I thought," Randy thought, and with bitterness in his mind at the fact that he couldn't continue, he let go of the zombie's head and ducked down, swiftly crawled a few steps, got to his feet and then backed away, his heart beating furiously at him just barely escaping the swing of one of the zombies.

"I almost died," Randy said as he took a few steps backwards, looking at the zombie which had come to help it's about to be killed comrade with caution.

At first, Randy had planned to go all ruthless and bloody on the zombies, planning to kill them one by one, but from the look of things, it seems he had overthought things as it seemed the zombies were ready to help the other if it was in trouble.

For each step the quickly recovered zombie whose head Randy had tried to rip took towards him, Randy also took a step back.

At first, Randy had been against running away from the zombies and making himself a target due to the tail he would have, but now as he took slow steps backwards, his eyes looked left and right, studying each and every one of the enemy and being ready to go into a sprint.

"Welp, hehe, just what I was looking for," Randy suddenly cried out, happiness in his tone.

"Hahahahah," Randy's cheerful laughter rang throughout as his feet kicked off the ground, but rather than trying to circle around the zombies and escape them or trying to run through or away from them, Randy sped for the one zombie who was the fourth closest to him and to his left.

With the zombies all being passive and letting only the first zombie ahead have a go at him, Randy shot for his zombie of choice, grinning when he entered its personal space and it let out a guttural roar and swung its left hand at him.

"Dumb zombies, dumb, dumb, dumb zombies, haha," Randy thought in his mind as he easily sidestepped to the right and dodged the slow average attack, then rather than moving to attack it, both his hands shot towards the zombie's right hand and easily snatched the long black stick that it held.

Randy grinned when he felt the undeniable iron-like texture of the object in his hand, and then without delay, he made a spin.

Just before the zombie's two hands could land on him as it attacked the second time, the iron rod came smashing right on the zombie's nose, digging into it and coming out the back of its head.

"Randy scores, and he goes for more!" Randy screamed out loud, chuckling and making another spin on his feet.

Randy had thought to flee till he saw the rod in this one zombie's hand, and it was a surprisingly good discovery. Randy attributed this to his awesome luck in the dream world or at worst coincidence.

Now, after killing the first of the zombies, Randy made his spin and quickly dashed for the zombies behind him, the ones who came after the fourth he just killed.

Since the others were dumb and only engaged when the zombie closest to him was in trouble or most likely killed, Randy saw no reason to follow them and also be dumb.

As the smart man he considered himself, Randy moved forward, and then let loose on the unfortunate creature, swinging his stick at the dumb hand which it used to attack him and then with a grunt smashing it on any part of its head and practically destroying it.

Within a minute, Randy was breathing hard from the heavy engagements he had just made, happy with the two more heads he had bashed so far, and then just as he moved to run after the last zombie in the line, all the zombies let out guttural roars and then charged him at the same time.

"Welp, not good, time to run," Randy amusingly thought, but when his eyes took another survey of the surroundings, his face went tight and his eyebrows tensed.

"How did they get so fast?" Randy lamented as he began running away, crying within at the fact that he had to run from a bunch whose colleagues he had easily crushed earlier.

Unfortunately for Randy, his problems didn't end there as soon he found the four remaining zombies somehow picking up the pace, and then in no time, he was tightly boxed and being attacked by two of the zombies.