Take off your clothes  

Since the moment Alvin asked her to check his wound, she had been somewhat prepared for this moment. Fortunately, she had obtained this key while escaping. The keys were in a bunch, with a small folding knife attached to them. This tiny tool knife, only half the length of her palm, was the only weapon she could find on the car roof.

After large pieces of flesh peeled off, Alvin suddenly let out a mournful cry, emitting a foul stench. His bones creaked, and in an instant, he transformed into a zombie.

"Roar!" His eyes bulged, and as Alvin turned into a zombie, his mouth stretched to its maximum, tearing open at the corners, and he lunged at Lynn.

Lynn quickly crouched down, attempting to avoid the bite. However, with only fitness training in her daily life and no combat experience, she could only manage to barely twist her body aside. For an ordinary person, maintaining composure and not panicking in the face of a zombie attack was already quite impressive.

"Bang!" Lynn couldn't evade in time and was directly tackled by Alvin's sudden leap onto the car roof. Her back hit the roof with a dull sound. Under the tremendous force, her pale skin turned purple and blue, and her shoulder blade even seemed to have cracked, causing excruciating pain.

Lynn grunted, her gaze unwavering. Unlike those who would freeze in fear when faced with zombies, she exerted all her strength to grip the knife tightly in her right hand and fiercely stabbed it into the back of Alvin's head. The foul-smelling maw was right in front of her, and Alvin's blood-red eyes were filled only with the desire to feed.

The utility knife plunged entirely into Alvin's head. The blade pierced from the vulnerable area above the neck, the only spot without skull protection, like a machine being shut down. Alvin, now a zombie, had his brain damaged, and his body instantly went limp, lifeless.

Lynn, having survived the ordeal, quickly pushed Alvin's lifeless body away and gasped for air with great effort. Her chest heaved rapidly, drenched in cold sweat. Her forehead, covered in sweat, had disheveled hair. She had no mood to tidy herself up, only feeling waves of fear. She had come dangerously close to being devoured alive by a zombie. Even the most gruesome form of execution would pale in comparison to this cruelty.

Lynn was shaken, swaying as she tried to stand up. The pain in her shoulder blade was agonizing, and she felt extremely weak.

"Bang!" Suddenly, an anomaly occurred. The space on the car roof was already cramped. After Alvin died, his blood flowed all over the roof, making it slippery. Lynn, with her blurry consciousness, attempted to stand but lost her balance and fell on the roof.

"Ah!" Lynn screamed in pain. The zombies under the car roof, like sharks smelling blood, grabbed her hair frantically. The hair, along with the scalp, was torn off, as if she were a drowning person being dragged underwater.

Lynn struggled desperately, but the car roof, soaked in blood, was too slippery. In the blink of an eye, half of her body was pulled off the roof. Despair and reluctance filled her eyes. The zombie's mouth was inches away. The foul stench overwhelmed her.

Clark's exceptional vision noticed that Lynn was about to be pulled off the car roof by the zombies, and his brows furrowed slightly.

If Lynn were just an ordinary person, he wouldn't care, but as a suspected mutant, it would be a waste for her to die. Of course, provided she could be of use to him.

"Power Surge!" Clark murmured. A faint golden light flashed around him, and under the strange waves of energy, his strength surged dramatically.

After activating his talent, his speed became extremely fast, and his figure dashed across the highway like a black phantom. In a very short time, he covered a distance of a hundred meters and reached the vicinity of the RV.

Lynn was violently torn by the zombies' brute strength, and half of her body had already fallen off the car roof. Clark's gaze turned cold, and with a sudden force, he released his grip on the Nepalese kukri in his hand, and the curved blade whizzed through the air.

With Clark's powerful control, the blade precisely severed Lynn's hair that was being torn, slicing into the vehicle's body and sinking halfway in. The tremendous force even lifted the car roof by more than a hand's width.

A power punch! Clark's expression remained unchanged as he threw another punch. The sound of rushing wind directly pierced through the nearest zombie's head.

"Bang!" Like puncturing a water balloon, brain matter mixed with blood exploded. Before the other zombies could react...

After Clark activated his power surge, his strength, which had reached 14 points, easily crushed the remaining zombies' skulls.

In just two seconds, the horde of zombies that would make ordinary people despair was effortlessly dealt with by Clark. Confirming that all the zombies were dead, Clark casually wiped the bloodstains off his hands and calmly looked at Lynn lying on the car roof.

Lynn hadn't come to her senses yet. Her hair was disheveled, and her chest rose and fell rapidly. Having just narrowly escaped death's door, she was soaked in sweat. Her exquisitely tailored top clung tightly to her body, showcasing her attractive figure. She stared at Clark in shock, her lips slightly parted, unable to speak for a moment.

Too powerful! The scene before her eyes felt like a dream, making Lynn find it hard to believe. One punch resulted in a gruesome and decisive headshot. She had no doubt that if that punch had landed on an ordinary person, they would have turned to powder.

"You're the one from earlier..." Lynn was extremely nervous. After carefully examining him, she recognized Clark. His bold and roaring black motorcycle had left a strong impression on her.

Clark, dressed in black combat attire, had a tall and strong physique, and his leather boots made him appear somewhat aloof.

Killing four zombies was a piece of cake for Clark. Aside from some bloodstains on his right hand, his clothing remained unsoiled.

Clark didn't respond. He just used his gaze to blatantly scan Lynn's body back and forth, as if admiring a fine piece of art. This was his first encounter with a rumored mutant. Although, in a certain sense, he could be considered one himself.

Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Clark scrutinized her from head to toe. Aside from her composure, she didn't seem much different from other people.

Clark remained silent, and she dared not speak. Lynn lay half on the car roof, tightly biting her lip, not daring to move at all. Even though her mental strength was much stronger than that of an average person, anyone who witnessed what Clark had just done and the shattered skulls on the ground would be too terrified to speak.

Although Clark had saved her, she couldn't relax. Despite Clark's eyes looking pure and clear, devoid of any desire, they somehow made her feel fearful. In his eyes, she seemed to be just an object.

"Take off your clothes," Clark's tone was cold and indifferent, without hesitation as he gave Lynn a commanding order. After closely examining Lynn, he found no way to determine if she was a mutant based on her appearance.