Jaxon fired at the first two infected, dropping them instantly. At the same time, he unequipped his rifle, sending it into his system.
"Come on, follow me, freaks!" he shouted, sprinting toward another direction. The bald-headed zombies followed, passing right through the store, their eyes only locked on him.
Jaxon glanced back. 'Good, it seems the others didn't notice the group.'
As he ran with all his strength, notifications pinged in his mind from the kills he'd made earlier.
(You have leveled up to 5.)
(Storage space (3 cubic meter) unlocked.)
A brief spark of surprise hit him, but there was no time to dwell on it. He quickly allocated his new stat point.
(Speed +1)
The roars behind him grew louder and closer. But the extra speed surged through his legs. Now he wasn't just keeping up with them, he had a slight edge.
