C198 Breakout(2)

"Die already!"

The tentacles, entwined with red lines, plummeted swiftly towards the soldier level zombie's skull. But in the nick of time, another shadow lunged from the horde, aiming for the same target—the head of the soldier level zombie and the rapidly descending dark blue tentacles!

"Sssst!"

The razor-sharp claws, born from mutated fingernails, sliced through the air