I'm coming out

"As usual, let Paddy and Rory knock on the door. We'll follow behind. And for the love of God, stay the hell away from me; you reek of a woman's scent."

Waves of a foul odor wafted from Frankie's lower body, making people unable to hold back their nausea.

"Hehe, yes, yes, I will."

Frankie, who had half of his head shaved, ran back to his original position with a smug smile, but it disgusted the people nearby.

"Damn it, why do you smell so bad? Haven't you showered after being with that woman?"

Frankie looked pitiful and absentmindedly scratched his crotch. 

"There's not enough water to drink; how can I shower?"

"Then you'll be the last one to go up later. I don't want to rot like you."

...

Three buildings, three units.

Once inside the hallway, Bernard walked at the front, holding a black handgun in his right hand and keeping a vigilant eye on his surroundings.

"Are you sure someone is in this apartment?"

"Boss, yes, that's right. But it seems to be a man."

A few people behind him were carrying various makeshift weapons and replied in hushed tones, their excitement impossible to conceal.

After the outbreak of the apocalypse, they had escaped from the prison when it fell into chaos. From the initial fear of being recaptured to later realizing that the world had gone mad, Bernard, who had awakened as an Awakened with electric abilities, became the leader of this group after suddenly gaining superhuman powers. 

Awakening with a talent for electricity, even if it was only Tier 0, made him fearless of small groups of zombies. With no restraints, they had been raiding hiding survivors for the past few days.They cautiously ascended the stairs.

At the corner of the second-floor staircase, the door of Room 202 stood wide open, and the living room was a mess, with an eerie silence.

"Go inside and check."

With that command, a reluctant, skinny man conducted a brief search and then rushed out.

"Boss, there's no one here, and I didn't see any zombies."

Upon hearing this, the group relaxed a bit and continued upstairs.

"Roar!" Just as they turned their backs, two zombies suddenly rushed out from the shoe cabinet near the door, catching them completely off guard.

"Zombies!" The last few people cried out in fear, their faces filled with dread.

"Fear what?!" Bernard said, unperturbed, as he raised his left hand.

  A purple electric current flashed, instantly paralyzing the zombies that had rushed out in the hallway, electrifying them in a chain reaction. The group then rushed up and chopped off the zombies' heads.

"Boss's lightning chain is really powerful!"

"It's much more effective than a handgun!"

A string of flattery followed, and Bernard, hearing it, waved his hand in satisfaction.

"Keep it down, don't alert that person!"

"Rory, you go knock on the door first."

A thin and frail Rory came out behind Bernard, took off his vest, and smoothed out his wrinkled shirt.

"Don't worry, boss. Paddy will change into a police uniform and follow me. When the door opens, he'll charge in."

Rory adjusted his hair, appearing somewhat refined.

"Damn it, only you can fool someone to open the door with your polite appearance. Do I have to pretend to be a cop?"

Paddy casually put on a police uniform he had taken from a corpse, and he carried a broken machete in his hand. He gave Rory a once-over.

The others chuckled softly at the banter.

Rory approached the door of Room 301 stealthily and rhythmically knocked on the door. After a moment, there was a panicked voice from inside the room.

"Who's there?" The man inside the door spoke in a hushed voice, and his eyes peered through the peephole. He had faintly heard the sounds of a scuffle just moments ago, making him anxious.

"We're officers from the High-Tech District. Come with us quickly; the rescue team is here! You have one minute at most! Our team can only wait for you for one minute!" Rory's face turned grave as he urgently urged the person inside. The lie was poorly crafted, but he intentionally spoke quickly. He knew that under pressure and the threat, ordinary people would become flustered and unable to think clearly.

Paddy remained silent, taking out an identification card and showing it to the peephole. The man inside the door felt relieved upon hearing their words, though his instinctive caution prevented him from immediately opening the door.

"Officer, what about the zombies? Is it true that someone has come to rescue us?"

Rory's expression darkened, and he deliberately showed impatience: "Stop dawdling! The area outside is full of zombies now. A small team has come, and we can't wait too long! If you want to leave, do it now. There are other people in this neighborhood who need our help!"

The man inside the door panicked for a moment, but after a while, the sound of a lock being undone was heard. "I... I'm coming out!"

The man hesitated as he felt that something was amiss with the two individuals outside the door. There were no gunshots, no sounds of a large team. However, the identification and clothing didn't appear to be fake, and despite Rory's impolite words, he did seem like a government official.

"Click." Under repeated urging, the man inside the door, unable to think clearly, opened the door directly.

"Officers, what's the situation outside? My child is at school, and there are people going to rescue them..."

*Bang!* As soon as the man opened the door, he saw Paddy in uniform, who gave him a sinister grin and kicked him in the abdomen.

"Brothers, go!"

Bernard couldn't help but grin when he saw the door being deceived open. Those behind him rushed into the room like hungry wolves.

Frankie, who entered last, swung his knife towards the man's neck. "Thud."The head fell to the ground, lifeless.

On the second floor of the CF Building, in the VIP guest room, several zombies lay on the expensive carpet, their heads shattered.

"Clark!"

"Clark."

Arnold, with a delighted look on his face, walked a few steps to Clark, with Lynn beside him. Sandra, who was walking at the rear, quietly found a corner, curled up and said nothing.

So fast? Clark looked up in surprise upon hearing their voices. The three of them hadn't wasted much time coming here after completing his request. It was evident that they had rushed here non-stop.

However, what surprised Clark was that Arnold and Lynn appeared clean as if they hadn't encountered any combat. Sandra, as a symbiote, naturally wouldn't be attacked by zombies.

Normally, even if they were careful, these two should have encountered zombies, and there should have been bloodstains on them to some extent. Especially Arnold, whose combat style involved slapping others to death with his transformed hand.

"Lynn has awakened as well?"

"Clark, guess what her awakened talent is?"

Arnold had a mysterious expression on his face and tried to squeeze his massive body next to Clark as if he were a blind bear, eager to sit down beside him.