Chapter 63: Something might have happened

"Bang!"

With a muffled sound, the zombie's head collapsed like a deflated ball, and its body was thrown aside due to the tremendous force.

Elijah's other hand wasn't idle either, smashing another zombie.

"Bang! Bang!"

Elijah swung left and right, the thirty-plus kilograms of the two short hammers seemed nonexistent in his hands, creating a whistling sound as he swung them.

Any zombie that approached him was met with a deadly blow to the head.

Occasionally, if any zombies managed to get through, they couldn't even pierce his body, not with his reinforced skin.

Soon, the ground around him was littered with corpses, and he was covered in dark bloodstains and white brain matter.

"Is that all? That felt damn good!"

Elijah swung the short hammers excitedly, a look of exhilaration on his face.

"It's all about defense superpowers! Just go all out!"

This frenzied slaughter gave him a sense of excitement and satisfaction he had never experienced before.

In both his past and present lives, Elijah had always avoided such confrontations, feeling somewhat constrained.

He had often fantasized about being able to rampage like a berserker one day.

And now, he had just realized it!

The only downside... Elijah looked at his clothes.

They got dirty too easily!

And it was only feasible for now.

In another couple of months, there would be more and more mutated zombies on the streets, some of them quite formidable.

By then, his current level of defense wouldn't suffice.

"I need to quickly improve my abilities! Once I reach Tier Three, Abigail can advance to Tier Two, and her defense will increase significantly again... So I need to continue gathering corpse cores!" MVLeMpYr-official-text

Elijah looked around, ensuring there were no more zombies coming, and started collecting the cores.

"Oh? Is this an armored car?"

Soon, he found the body of an armored car driver among the corpses.

"Too bad there's no gun..."

Elijah searched through the body but didn't find any firearms that the driver might have carried. Instead, he found the keys on the armored car's door.

"Not bad, not bad! Although I can pick locks, having the keys is much more convenient!"

Elijah happily pocketed the keys and resumed collecting the corpse cores.

From the recent skirmish, he had obtained four corpse cores from over a dozen zombies.

Elijah moved the obstructive bodies aside to ensure they didn't hinder passage, got back into the car, and headed towards the residential compound.

The road leading to the compound entrance was heavily congested, so Elijah followed the pre-planned route and drove onto the sidewalk.

Despite the bumps, he managed to reach the compound entrance smoothly.

This short distance attracted another dozen or so zombies, trailing behind them.

Elijah parked the car and continued on foot, quickly clearing out the zombies and collecting two more corpse cores.

"Next up is clearing the road at the compound entrance!"

"It's different skills. You're an assassin, I'm a warrior!"

Elijah said as he searched for corpse cores, piling up the useless bodies on the side.

There were the bodies he had stacked before, also where Alexander's body contributed to the growth of zombie grass.

"I wonder if there's more zombie grass growing!"

Elijah looked around but didn't find any more zombie grass, nor did he notice any new bodies lying there.

Feeling somewhat disappointed, he opened the unit door with Daisy and started walking upstairs.

"Woof! Woof!"

Before they reached the door, a small dog happily ran out and began circling Daisy.

"Wow!"

Daisy picked up the dog, looking joyful.

"Have you been good these past few days?"

"Woof! Woof!"

The little dog barked twice, wriggled out of Daisy's arms, and ran into the house.

"Hmm? What's going on?"

"Let's go inside and see!"

The two entered Daisy's house and saw the little dog circling around a bag.

"You finished a whole bag of dog food? That's supposed to last you three days..."

Daisy looked puzzled.

"A big eater raised a little eater. The first thing you do when you come home is eat!"

Elijah chuckled.

"I... I'm not a big eater!"

Daisy retorted unhappily.

Then she glared at the puppy.

"I left so much for you, and you finished it all. I'll starve you for half a day, no, a day!"

After saying that, Daisy ignored the dog and turned to look at Abigail.

The puppy squatted there and purred innocently, looking at Elijah.

"Uh, your owner won't feed you, and there's nothing I can do about it!"

Elijah said, following Daisy toward the guest room.

As the guest room door opened, Abigail stood there quietly as usual.

The moment Daisy stepped into the bedroom, Abigail suddenly turned her head.

When she saw Elijah, her tightly closed mouth suddenly opened, and a word slipped out.

"Hungry..."

"Huh?"

Daisy was puzzled for a moment, then turned to seek confirmation from Elijah.

"Abigail just spoke, right?"