Once again dodging the “fighter’s” hand, the Exploder almost crashed into a zombie. Having dived in time, he escaped the capture and heard a heartbreaking scream behind him. - Yeah, gotcha! — a thought flashed through my head, and, running away a little more, I looked, making sure of my guess. The mutant, leaning his whole body on the guy, bit into his shoulder with gusto. The man wriggled, screaming and pounding with all his limbs, but could not fight back. After standing for a couple of seconds, looking at the seemingly death throes, the boy rushed forward and, grabbing the infected man by the hair, slashed him with a cleaver. A very deep wound appeared on the side of the zombie’s neck. The splattered blood splattered heavily on the pants, leaving...