"Run for it—now!"
The four zombies didn't hesitate for a second. As if they shared one mind, they spun around and bolted like hell.
The path downhill was smooth and steep, perfect for a quick getaway. They leapt, tumbled, and rolled their way down the slope in seconds.
Running away? That was practically in their DNA. They were pros at this.
"They're fast, huh?" Pickle peered down the slope, eyebrows raised in surprise.
A faint green glow pulsed from his body. His clawed fingers morphed into writhing vines, lashing out like wild tentacles, sweeping down toward the fleeing zombies.
The greenery spread fast, snaking through the air, about to wrap them up tight.
"Light him up!" Shrimpy shouted, instantly switching into combat mode. He whipped out his Crystal Core Firearm from his back with textbook precision and pulled the trigger.
The gun wasn't top-tier, but it was more than enough to shred some vines.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
