In the last few days, he had fought hundreds of times, killed dozens of zombies, and died a few times. There was nothing left around him. What he tasted right now was not just the smoked trout, but the joy of being a human being. At this moment, he was the happiest man in the world.
After he had eaten it all, he grabbed his backpack and jumped out the window with his usual shout.
A few zombies shrieking in the street looked at him as he landed.
"Move! I have to go find the last tester!"
It was something that would undoubtedly have surprised Jude, had he heard it.
"Giant swing!"
Bastien grabbed a zombie by the ankle and swung it around in a circle, hitting every zombie around him.
Bastien worked hard. He had all the momentum he needed to cross the country. There was just one problem...
After thirty minutes of walking, Bastien was back at his original hideout.
"Huh? Where is this?"
He had a terrible sense of direction.
"Um... So... you guys are the ones who made this?"
