C189 The Power of the Ancient Martial!

"Damn, when it rains it pours!" Willett muttered under his breath as he eyed the three giant zombies steadily advancing toward them on the horizon. It seemed his streak of good luck had run dry the moment he left Polytechnic University. No sooner had they escaped one horde of zombies than they now faced three T-shaped ones. While he and his companions could handle these T-shaped zombies