Crash!
Dust, debris, and everything in between were flung into the air. The zombie literally fell flat like a pancake. Blood and a mush of rotten organs oozed out of its orifices.
Meanwhile, Blaze finally stopped after sliding for several meters. His feet hit the ground as he brushed the dust off his suit.
However, he wasn't unscathed either.
One of his arms was bent at an odd angle, and so was his left foot. He looked at his out-of-shape foot and realized the claws were unaffected. The problem was that his muscles weren't reinforced enough to pull such stunts.
I'll have to do something about it later. Perhaps a mutation from Breaker or Raven can help.
Blaze strove for perfection. Any limitations on his body hindered him from achieving that goal. It instead fueled his desire for more.
Ignoring his injuries, Blaze turned to the undead. Now, under the starry light, he could see more clearly, and what he saw took him by surprise.
The undead… had been stitched together.
