IT’S GODDAMN NARRATIVE TIME
Before the brute can bash down my cabinet, a feral hunter jumps ahead of it, blocking it. I step forward, ready to fight as soon as the barricade goes down. The feral hunter jumps out of the way of the brute again, letting him do his work. The brute smashes the dresser with a single punch, scattering shards of wood. I step over the wreckage and draw my diamond katana, slashing the brute. The force of the blow leaves not even a corpse. Blood and meat splatter the walls.
Next I take care of the feral hunter. As I step forward, a spitter breaks in through the window opposite my closet. Acid spatters around my feet, melting into the floor. A shocker throws a bolt of electricity through the window next to me, electrocuting me. I quickly activate Dielectric Capacitance. I take a step forward into the lightning and acid, ignoring the acrid smoke rising from my boots. I kill the offending spitter with a single slash, acid spattering the walls.
I step around into the kitchen, killing a feral hunter who leaped into my path. I walk towards the south, a second shocker throwing lightning through the broken windows. I step out the window frame, killing a spitter and the shocker. Meters away I see my car being beaten on by zombies as they stupidly try to reach me through it. Inside I see a boomer leaking bile on my back windows. I walk towards it, killing a skeleton with a backhanded blow.
I open the hatch, avoiding the questing hands of zombies, and impale the boomer. I step inside and close the hatch. I walk to the front of the car, killing a zombie climbing in through the door, before shutting it. The zombies pound on the outside of the car, but their weak limbs cannot penetrate the ceramic armor that stops even machine-gun fire.
