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Chapter 11: Killing Last Thick Zombie and Sudden Meeting

The zombie swung its weapon, a pole that looked more like a girded beam, with such force that it would have leveled a lesser opponent. Zorvax, however, danced away with a fluidity that belied his rotten appearance.

"You\'re slow," Zorvax taunted, the words scratching their way out of his throat. "And I\'m not just any zombie."

He ducked under another swing, feeling the rush of air as the pole whooshed over his head. "I\'ve fought smarter zombies than you," he said, almost conversationally, if one could ignore the context of their deadly ballet.

The Thick Zombie, a mass of decaying muscle and rage, could only respond to Zorvax\'s maneuvers with guttural bellows. It swung its heavy pole wildly, each heave a blind yet dangerous attempt to connect with anything that moved.

"Is that all you\'ve got?" Zorvax taunted, darting away from a particularly aggressive swing. He watched the creature, reading its body language, predicting where the next lumbering strike would land.

The zombie, incapable of strategy, didn\'t reply with words but with another roar, louder and more ferocious than the last, as if to affirm its single-minded intent to destroy.

Zorvax smirked, his confidence growing with each successful dodge. "Come on, then! Show me your strength!" he jeered, egging the creature on, his voice echoing through the empty cityscape.

The zombie\'s swings became more frantic, less coordinated, its roars now tinged with the frustration of repeated failure. Zorvax, agile and precise, waited for just the right moment.

"There!" he exclaimed as the zombie\'s arm tensed in preparation for another strike. Zorvax lunged forward, his daggers aimed with lethal precision. The sharp blades cut through the air, sinking deep into the zombie\'s skull with a satisfying thunk.

The impact of the blades sent a shockwave through the creature\'s body. It let out a roar so intense that it seemed to shake the very air around them. It wasn\'t a sound of triumph but one of agony as it thrashed wildly, its limbs flailing in an uncontrollable frenzy.

Zorvax, caught by one of the flailing arms, grunted as he was sent tumbling backward. He hit the ground hard and rolled, a technique he\'d learned to avoid breaking anything—in his previous life, at least.

"Could\'ve done without that," he groaned, pushing himself back up to his feet. He dusted himself off, eyeing the still-twitching body of the Thick Zombie. "But it looks like you\'re down for the count."

He approached cautiously, ready for any last desperate retaliation. But the creature\'s movements slowed the life—or whatever semblance of life it had—fading from its grotesque form.

Zorvax pulled his daggers free with a squelch, watching the Thick Zombie finally go still. "That\'s the end of you," he said, a note of finality in his voice.

The victory was sweet, and Zorvax could almost taste the Evolution Points that came with it. He checked the system, his grin widening as he saw his new total. "160 points," he read out loud. "Not bad at all."

He dusted off his hands, looking at the now-still form of the Thick Zombie. "Forty more points to go," he mused. "And then, it\'s on to the next evolution."

He turned away from the corpse and set off once more, his mind already racing with possibilities. "Where will I find my next challenge?" he wondered. "And what powers will I gain with the next evolution?"

As he walked, the city seemed to watch, the broken windows and crumbling facades silent witnesses to Zorvax\'s journey. He had come far from the mindless hunger that had once driven him, and he was determined to go even further.

"I will become the strongest," he vowed, his voice carrying far in the stillness. "I will master this undead life and everything it throws at me."

And with that, Zorvax disappeared into the city\'s depths, his silhouette blending with the darkness as he continued his relentless quest.

Zorvax, lurking in the remnants of a shattered building, listened intently. The clamor of conflict was unmistakable, the crash of a skirmish pulling him like a magnet.

With the stealth of a creature well-adapted to this new world, he glided through the shadows, drawn toward the sounds of battle. His movements were quiet, barely disturbing the debris underfoot.

The scene that greeted him was one of chaos. Four Level One zombies—a grotesque mockery of their former selves—were circling a small band of survivors. The survivors stood back-to-back, a makeshift fortress of flesh and bone against the oncoming tide.

Two of the survivors, clad in what looked to be homemade armor, were barking orders at a woman who stood with them. "Quickly, use your power," urged the first armored man, his tone desperate, his armor clanking as he gestured frantically.

"Yeah, we need it now, or we\'re done for!" the second man joined in, his voice echoing off the broken walls that surrounded them.

The woman in the middle, her face smudged with dirt and exhaustion, seemed to hesitate. Zorvax watched her closely, a flicker of empathy stirring in his chest. "What can she do?" he wondered out loud, a rarity for him.

Reluctantly, the woman lifted her hands, and Zorvax watched in wonder as a shower of lights cascaded from her palms, surrounding the two men and infusing them with energy.

"Support powers, huh?" Zorvax murmured, an intrigued smile twisting his lips. "Not something you see every day."

The transformation in the two men was instantaneous. The one who had demanded the power now sported nails that looked as sharp as knives, while the other\'s legs bulged with newly enhanced muscles.

"Clever," Zorvax admitted, watching as the newly empowered men turned back to the fray, their confidence renewed.

He leaned against a broken wall, content for the moment to observe. "A nail enhancement and a leg enhancement," he repeated to himself, his voice a low rumble. "Survivors are getting creative."

The girl\'s eyes followed the men as they charged back into the battle, her expression a mixture of fear and determination. Zorvax could see the strain the power exertion had taken on her.

"Interesting group," he said, half to himself. "But what\'s their story?"

He decided to keep watching, his curiosity piqued by this display of human resilience and adaptation. "What\'ll they do next?" he wondered, settling in to find out.

The girl, watching her companions engage the zombies, seemed to sag with relief. Her part, for now, was done. Zorvax noted her slump, the small movement not lost on him. "She\'s the key to their survival," he realized. "For now, anyway."

So Zorvax stayed hidden, a silent observer of the unfolding drama. There was much to learn in this new world, and every survivor, every battle, had a lesson to offer. He just had to wait and watch.