A Homerun

The confined room provided a strategic advantage for Hobe, enabling him to position himself effectively for the upcoming clash. He swiftly climbed atop a substantial wooden crate, plotting his next moves.

As the ravenous zombies recklessly stormed into the room, driven by the potent scent of blood, Hobe initiated his plan. With a dynamic leap, he propelled himself as far as possible, slicing through the zombie horde and dashing toward the exit.

—wn

Approaching the exit door, the blood on Hobe's hands began to draw the attention of zombies at the rear. Some zombies managed to grasp him, sinking their teeth into him.

[60% damage to the protective clothing barrier detected...]

[80% damage to the protective clothing barrier detected...]

The notifications of damage continued to blink on the retina display of Hobe's eyes, indicating the deteriorating state of his protective gear.