In "7 Days to Die," ordinary Walkers have common aliases like Joe, Steve, Marlene, and Tom.
Special Walkers, however, are more often given code names, such as Spider, Sadako, Evil Spirit, and Big Mama.
Advanced Walkers have prefixes added to their names.
For example, Brutal..., Ferocious..., Irradiated...
But a full name like 'Thomas Truce' would never appear.
Dead people don't need identifying names, unless... the other party isn't a Walker, but a living person!
Shawn's tongue grazed his upper teeth, feeling the sharp sensation, and his hand instinctively tightened.
Bang--!
The wooden handrail, supported by Shawn's right hand, instantly exploded into a cloud of sawdust.
"Wu... Shawn?"
Shawn looked at him, somewhat startled.
But then he saw Shawn's lips curl into an uncontrollable smile, and his eyes gleamed.
He ignored Shawn and spoke to himself.
"But this is good, this is good!"
"240,000 experience points might not be enough, I need more!"
"You've come at just the right time, there's still time..."
Shawn's voice gradually lowered, his last shred of rationality bringing forth a partial background of the survivor faction in his mind.
Faction: The Whisperers
Race: Human
Ability: Blending in with Walkers, driving Walkers, manipulating Walker movement trajectories
Activity Characteristics: No fixed Camp area, wandering this land in a nomadic fashion, their herded objects are Walkers
Dominion: Ranging from tens to hundreds of miles
Shawn grinned.
"A few people plus a wave of Walkers, and they dare to set their sights on the Prison..."
"You rat-bastards who like to hide behind Walkers, do you really think I'm a pushover!"
Shawn's tone carried a hint of ruthlessness.
After speaking, without waiting for Shawn's reaction, he put down his tactical assault rifle, grabbed his Crescent Blade, and turned to descend the high platform.
Then, under the astonished gazes of everyone, Shawn actually opened the Prison gate and headed straight for the wave of Walkers still approaching the minefield.
The Zealots followed closely behind without hesitation, rushing out before anyone could react!
800 Zealots streamed out of the gate in a mighty procession, such a number could even encircle the wave of Walkers; one might have thought they were the crazily attacking Walkers.
"What do we do?" T-Dog asked, looking at the people who had rushed out, somewhat bewildered.
Shawn had a headache; in his eyes, Shawn was getting carried away again.
Just like last time when they fought against the wave of Walkers.
"Cover Shawn!" So Shawn made a decisive order.
Gunfire erupted from behind, and bullets began to whiz over Shawn's head, making 'whooshing' sounds.
But this not only didn't make Shawn retreat, instead, his grinning mouth became even more unrestrained.
"Are you here for me? I'm here!"
As his voice fell, Shawn swung his Crescent Blade horizontally, its 2.1-meter blade forcefully striking the very front of the Walker wave!
The Walker wave didn't stop Shawn; instead, a large section of it collapsed scattered at the moment of collision with Shawn.
Shawn's actions forcibly halted the Walker wave approaching the Prison; they all looked at Shawn, who was wielding his great blade among the horde, and swayed closer.
Shawn swung another blade, its edge sharp!
The blade sliced through, bringing up a pool of black blood, and every swing carried a sound of cutting through the air.
The scent of blood filled Shawn's nostrils and consciousness; although it was just a slaughter of ordinary Walkers, it still brought Shawn a slight sense of relief.
At this moment, Shawn appeared like an invincible general standing amidst a myriad of armies, with not a single Walker able to approach him!
And this surrounding situation did not last too long.
"Warden!!"
Accompanied by a shout from the periphery, the Walker wave was actually forced open by the Zealots, creating a passage.
Shawn said nothing; seeing this, he simply swung his great blade with all his might, and the heads of several Walkers in front of him slid off.
Before their bodies fell, Shawn stepped on them, using the Walkers' remains for leverage, and exerted himself, launching himself into the air!
What met his eyes were dense masses of Walkers.
Shawn's reddish eyes swept through them, and soon he locked onto several figures on the right side of the Walker horde, who were pretending to be Walkers and trying to slip away.
"You offended the abbot and still think you can leave?!"
Shawn grinned hideously.
Like a falling meteor, and like an elephant's startling stomp!
He plummeted down recklessly, forcefully creating a gap in the Walker horde!
Rising from a pile of rotten flesh mixed with bones, Shawn moved deftly.
Through the seemingly seamless Walker horde, Shawn moved like a swimming dragon, nimbly dodging beneath the Walkers' teeth, and within a few breaths, he reached the side forest.
Upon seeing Shawn approach, the Whisperer, who had been planning to escape in the chaos, caught his breath.
He slowed his pace, trying to make himself look like a normal Walker aimlessly wandering.
But little did he know, he had a huge name hovering above his head, which had already betrayed him.
Seeing that this Whisperer was still pretending, Shawn simply kicked down.
His foot landed on the back of his knee joint at an angle, and with a crisp 'crack,' the Whisperer's lower leg bent at an unnatural angle!
"Ah!!"
First, a scream came, and then the Whisperer seemed to realize something, quickly suppressing his voice despite the intense pain.
But Shawn had no intention of giving him that chance.
Shawn's large hand clamped onto the Whisperer's skull, overriding the stiffness in his neck, and forced his head to turn and meet his gaze.
Upon seeing Shawn's crimson eyes, the Whisperer, whose head was instantly drenched in sweat from the pain, trembled!
As if he suddenly couldn't feel the pain, he just stared blankly at Shawn, and an emotion called fear gradually rose in his eyes.
The Whisperer walked among the Walker horde.
But the man with red eyes before him was even more terrifying than the Walkers.
Around them were the low growls of Walkers, and they were closing in.
The gradually thickening fog could not obscure Shawn's increasingly reddened eyes.
And at this very moment, those red eyes were right before him!
The Whisperer was also human; he trembled all over with fear, struggling to twist his body and turn to flee.
But he was already in Shawn's hands, so how could he possibly have a chance?
Shawn lifted him by his head, pulling his entire body off the ground, then swung him with force, directly throwing him towards the approaching Walker horde behind him.
The Whisperer crashed into the Walker horde, not even bothering with the instant, intense pain.
His hands instinctively touched his face, and what he touched was not the dried, disgusting Walker skin.
The Whisperer looked at Shawn in disbelief, only to see Shawn holding a grayish piece of skin from a head in his hand, smiling at him.
He knows our secret!
The Whisperer's mind reeled.
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