The sun is going to set pretty soon; I have to find shelter before night comes. I started to walk west and kept on going, but I had to stop because a large group of zombies were in my path.

The city is doomed at this point; the only sensible option is to destroy it for good or somehow send the entire army here to try and recover it, but that isn't going to happen anytime soon.

I wasn't sure before, but I am now that there might be people in the building in front of me. The problem is zombies—a lot of zombies; there had to be at least twenty or more of them. I was crouched down behind one of the damaged cars at the corner of the street.

I have enough bullets but not enough experience. I know how to wield a firearm, but I'm not sure if I'll be able to take them all on before they get to me.

I'm pretty sure as soon as one of them drops, they will either look around or pounce at the fallen zombie. Wait, that's it! Maybe I can lure them away.

A lot of the zombies were in the southern street, while there were three zombies in the northern street, but they were pretty far away. The plan I've come up with is to get to the northern zombies and somehow lure them to the south and get away from the conflict before it begins.

I had the fundamentals of my plan down, but I'm not sure that trying to just run out of there would work. The zombies might catch up with me faster than I could run.

A distraction would do, or maybe if I could create an escape route before it might work. I just have to figure out where to place the distraction.

Maybe I could just make the zombie group fight themselves. It would certainly work, right? They certainly don't seem too shy away from cannibalism. Well I doubt they would shy away from anything to begin with. Anyway, I'm going to go do that now. I decided to head there, but before I could, I heard growls coming from the zombies.

A fight just might break out by itself. The zombies were in a hunting position, with their backs hunched and their arms raised. Now the moment of truth, is there an alpha?

I looked around amongst the zombies; there were some fat ones. Most of them had pretty healthy physiques; what could be more terrifying than smart zombies? Healthy and smart zombies, of course!

I hope there really isn't an alpha that would just make it harder for me even more. Well, at least among them, there doesn't seem to be an alpha that could be the reason they are fighting to begin with.

Wait..how would I even recognize an alpha? Should I use movie logic? In movies or games, there are special types of zombies, like the ones that are heavily obese, the suicidal ones, etc. It would be best if I just kept a lookout for the ones that attract zombies.

The zombies were growling and

moaning at each other. The disease is definitely well developed in these zombies; it seemed to have given or taught them animalistic behavior. Suddenly, one zombie lunged and took a bite out of the shoulder of another zombie that was looking elsewhere, and with that one bite, all hell went loose.

All of them lunged at the zombies nearest to them; some tried to wrestle each other just to win and tear off their flesh. Some gang up on one zombie together, and after they take it down, they proceed to rip apart their flesh and splatter blood all over the ground.

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Eventually, the zombies up north got attracted by the loud screams and groans. It seemed that they didn't feel any pain even with half of their bodies missing, but they certainly screamed when trying to fight or devour even more.

Making some sort of battle cries, after five minutes there were about thirteen zombies left, with most having their bodies in one piece while being heavily injured, and the rest of the zombies either had large chunks of their bodies missing or ripped apart or were actively being nibbled on, but the zombies that were eating weren't left in peace. The gory scene did not stop even for a moment.

The zombies from up north had arrived and were joining the scene. They began by going for the scraps on the floor, but the ones that were eating didn't let them. They roared at the invaders and ran at them, dragging their mangled bodies to them with feral ferocity.

The invaders hit them, slashed them, and finally ripped them apart with their teeth and hands. The three invaders had taken down three zombies, and we're now growling at the remaining ten.

They were heading towards them; some of the ten responded to their roars but were bitten in their necks or shoulders shortly after.

The three invaders decided to feast on the zombies they took down right then and there. Just more and more sounds of chewing were heard; things had calmed down but might rise up again.

And I don't have that much time left to just wait and hope they would kill themselves. Only the three invaders and two other zombies still seemed raring to fight again; the rest were pretty heavily injured, so they weren't a concern for now.

I unarmed my handgun and held it with shaking hands, one firmly gripping the upper part and one grabbing the lower end of the gun.

I took aim, I inhaled deeply, and that calmed my arms, and with that one breath, I shot at the invading zombies. My first bullet reached the zombie with the bruised torso; it pierced through the right side of its forehead, and it fell down for good.

The zombies stopped momentarily but continued what they were doing. I inhaled again and shot twice, first at the zombie with one arm and a bruised jaw, and second at the zombie with the badly bruised forearms. Both shots arrived at their skulls.

The remaining zombies still didn't care; my next target was the zombie that had eyes that were swelling and one of its ears bitten off. I shot at it, ending it too. I hurriedly stood up, put the gun back in its holster, and headed for the clothing store in front of me.

One by one, I took care of the remaining zombies as well. My approach worked this time, but at the rate the zombies are improving, it might not work very soon, which means I have to come up with other methods.

The area looked like a slaughterground, except for animals; it was for sick and twisted humans. I knocked on the boarded-up glass doors. I had seen movement inside from afar, and the boarded-up doors clearly meant someone was inside.

"HELLO! I'M NORMAL! I'M NOT LIKE THEM! OPEN THE DOOR!" I shouted to the people that might be there.

I waited despite my anxiety. I waited, but no one responded. They might've escaped from the back door or something. I have one too; it's going to be night soon enough. I have to find shelter; I have to get out of here.