Elegant…

Ethan activated his stealth ability and darted toward the commotion.

It didn't take long before he heard the guttural roars of zombies mingling with the furious shouts of humans. On the street outside the shopping mall, a group of armed fighters was locked in a fierce battle with a horde of zombies. They were wielding all sorts of high-tech weapons, their movements sharp and coordinated.

The fight was intense.

The zombies were ferocious, utterly fearless, and charged at the armed group with reckless abandon. The humans, clad in combat suits, retaliated swiftly. Blades flashed as zombie heads were lopped off, blackened blood spraying everywhere as bodies crumpled to the ground.

The team worked seamlessly, covering each other's backs. Despite the chaos, they hadn't suffered any casualties yet.

"Hah! These low-level zombies can't even scratch our combat suits," one young man said smugly, a cocky grin plastered across his face.