Battle at the gate

The wings of the gate swung open, throwing the zombies right by it out of balance.

Such was the force of Mathew's leisure kick.

"Let's go!" Mathew shouted, rushing in to make the most out of the momentary confusion that his action caused within the horde gathered by the school's barrier. And just like he said, he did.

Mathew kept his saber resting on his shoulder for the first few steps that he made, traversing the space opened up by the swinging wings of the gate. Only when he reached just a single meter away from the nearest zombie did he pull his hand down, swinging the blade of his weapon down at the unlucky zombie.

Just like when he showcased the power of his weapon to the hunting squad, Mathew's blade sliced the zombie with ease. Be it flesh or be it bones, it was all the same when faced with a quality weapon supported by the powerful force of Mathew's swing.