Splat!
The last walker finally fell under Michael's brutal stomp.
Michael raised his foot and shook it to get rid of the rotting mess around his boot. He then bent down and wiped his machete clean off the walker's shirt before putting it back inside its sheath.
Standing over the heaps of undead bodies around him, Michael took a deep breath and let out a sigh. "347, it's a new record"
x347 [You terminated a Zombie! Gained +1 EXP and +1 Coin.]
He smiled while constantly taking deep breaths. He was exhausted, his muscles aching and his body now running low on gas, screaming for a rest.
Michael slowly started walking away, and with a plop, he laid down on the ground, several meters from the heaps of undead bodies.
He smiled while looking at the gloomy skies. He murmured. "It looks like it's about to rain."
From the direction of the highway, a familiar car is seen speeding over towards his direction. It came to a halt a few meters from him.
A familiar slender figure got down from the car and walked over towards Michael.
"Are you okay?"
Standing over Michael and looking at dead bodies scattered all over before them with a frown on her face, Rosita looked and sounded worried.
Looking at that seductive figure standing over him, Michael just weakly smiled. "Help me up. I'm tired."
Listening to his words, Rosita looked over towards him with a frown. She hesitated, but only for a moment before helping him up, since what can she do but help him? She saw everything from the start and witnessed how many walkers he had taken down. So being exhausted after is understandable, it was already a miracle that Michael hadn't fallen unconscious after enduring a great battle where he had at least taken down a couple of hundred walkers.
Rosita grabbed his hand and pulled him up. She was about to place his arm around her shoulders when Michael interrupted her.
"Thanks. I can walk on my own." Michael smiled and made his way over to the vehicle while limping.
Rosita watched him go and let out a soft snort with a smirk.
Inside the vehicle.
"Hey kids, can you look over to the back and see if there's a plastic bag or something where I can put my boots in? I don't want to throw it away since Captain Nova gave it to me." Michael sat on the driver side, his legs outside the door as he did want to bring a mess inside.
"R-right on it!"
"Roger!"
Noah and Jose enthusiastically got up and jumped over their seats and towards the back and started looking for that plastic bag.
On the other hand, Athena didn't move and just looked at Michael, and at the same time, Rosita had opened the car door from the driver's seat and got in.
Noticing Athena staring at him, Michael smiled. "What?"
"..."
"After witnessing what you did, she's probably in shock and still hasn't gotten over it." After not hearing a response from Athena, Rosita gave him a possible explanation since the kid just kept staring at Michael in silence.
"What are you?"
Though moments later, Athena opened her mouth. The words that came out of her lips made Michael and Rosita exchange a look before the latter burst into a laugh.
"Hahaha! See?! Anyone in their right minds knows that there's something wrong with you!"
"Hmmp!" Michael just smiled followed by a snort in response. He took the plastic bag that Noah had quietly handed over to him.
Michael went outside the car to take off his boots. He placed it inside the plastic bag and then threw it at the back of the car before getting inside.
All the while, everyone was silent inside the car before Michael got in and addressed the kids.
"Remember this well kids, I am a human just like the rest of you." Michael smiled at them, and in a playful tone, he continued. "I'm just a little special, that's all."
"So, are you like Darkwing then?"
The two kids looked at Michael with starry eyes. Their eyes were full of hope and anticipation that they were spot on.
Michael raised an eyebrow since he's not very familiar with that name. "Darkwing who?"
Rosita just smiled while lightly shaking her head and drove off, trampling the beautiful landscape of the meadow along the way.
"That superhero who's really good at fighting like you!"
"Yeah, he fights really well, but I-I think you're better."
Jose looked at Noah and processed his words for a moment before echoing his friend's words. "Yeah, I think you fight better than him, but do you have something like Shadow-verse?"
"A shadow what?"
Michael became even more confused. He had realized they were talking about some kind of a superhero, but he's got no clue who the heck Darkwing is!
'Who the heck is Darkwing? Is he Marvel or DC?'
An hour later, the vehicle stopped at the side of a rural road. Rosita got down and took out a five liter green jerry can from the back of the car and refueled the vehicle while Athena watched her through the windows.
"..."
A little while later, Rosita was done with refueling and went back inside after storing the fuel container at the back of the Crossover. and once again resumed their journey.
A couple of hours later, the familiar crossover had finally reached the vicinity of the City of Atlanta.
While driving, Rosita shook Michael awake, "Michael, wake up! We're here in Atlanta."
With his arms crossed, Michael slowly opened his eyes from being shaken and lightly turned his head to look at Rosita before turning his attention to the surroundings outside.
"We're here, so where do we go from here?" Rosita asked, seeing Michael now wide awake.
Looking at the silhouette of the city in the distance, especially the large buildings stretching towards the skies.
"Just keep going. Follow the Interstate road all the way down South until we hit a road block." Michael responded while moving the rear-view mirror to check up on the kids on the back.
Everyone was asleep.
Michael looked at Rosita for a moment before saying. "Why don't you take a rest instead and let me drive this last stretch?"
She glanced at him from the corner of her eye before responding. "Why don't you go out instead and clean up the road?" Rosita slowly stepped on the brakes and gestured ahead with her chin.
Michael looked over and saw that there's a small group of walkers ahead of them blocking the road.
"Man, I just woke up." Though he grumbled, Michael still exited the vehicle. Not only because it's necessary, but those undeads are also worth a lot of things!
They may be stinky, but they sure as hell worth the trouble!
Zzzzt.
The window slowly rolled down, Rosita leaned down towards the window and looked at Michael.
"Good luck!"
Michael let out a sigh and made his way to the back of the car and pulled out the Claymore.
'Well, it's the last stretch. Might as well do this fast so I can finally see Andrea. It's been over a week and I haven't had any action since.'
With the claymore slung over his shoulder, Michael rushed towards the swarm of walkers like a speeding motorcycle.
Splatter!
Reaching the first walker, Michael did not intend to slow down. He just swung his sword and split the walker's head from the side as he ran past it.
The walkers tried to attack him, but it was futile since they can barely run while Michael is just casually moving through the crowd.
Eventually, he came to a halt after killing the eighth walker since the undeads had now crowded together and created a semi circle almost around Michael, like a crescent moon.
This time, Michael gripped the claymore with his two hands, and started putting more strength into it that his arms started bulging with veins.
"AHHH!"
Michael charged towards the undead crowd with a yell!
Coming from the right, Michael swung his sword and it had so much force behind it that he had cleaved through six walkers in an instant!
Ding! Ding! Ding! Di..
"Graaah!"
Michael got slightly winded from that and a walker took this small window of opportunity of slight carelessness from him and grabbed his shoulder.
Michael's eyes turned sharp, and he quickly spun his body around to escape the walker's clutches, his claymore also spun along with him and in doing so, he killed two more walkers.
Tap! Tap! Tap!
With three leaps backward, Michael quickly distanced himself from the swarm.
'That was close.' Michael murmured while looking over his shoulder that is now missing a large chunk of his shirt.
'Should have worn my leather coat.'
'1, 2, 3..'
Watching the walkers coming over towards him, Michael started taking a head count.
'32, 33 more walkers to go.'
Michael suddenly stood straight and postured like he was some kind of knight. His hands both gripping the Claymore tightly, its pointed tip pointing directly towards the skies.
"Let's get this over with."