While the three beauties were busy dispatching zombies throughout the eerie hospital—in the inpatient ward, the outpatient clinic, and on the rooftop—the assistant wasn't idle. He grabbed an assortment of weapons and made his way to the hospital's basement.
Once he arrived, he scanned the vast, empty space and began searching for his quarry, calling out, "Little zombies, big zombies, female zombies, male zombies! Come on out! Let me, your friendly neighborhood assistant, put you out of your misery…"
As he spoke, a confident thought crossed his mind.
Even though I came to this terrifying basement all by myself, I've got plenty of weapons. I have a zombie killing gun in my left hand, a brick in my right, and a flamethrower strapped to my back. No matter how many of you show up, you're no match for me.
He couldn't help but snicker at the thought.
