My Zombie Army

Chapter 7 The jumbo zombie

Elvis also looked at the direction of the manager’s office. The door was closed, and no sounds were heard from the office for a long time after the original fierce shouting.

Elvis slowed down his breathing, walked up to the office quietly and pressed his ear against the door to listen carefully if there were any sounds inside.

Silence! Dead silence! In the company, the mutation caused by the zombie virus first took place in the manager's office, and now it was hard to guess what was going on inside.

Elvis knocked at the door and waited for a few seconds. But there was still no response. So he doubled up and continued to knock, trying to sound out the situation inside.

After a while, there was finally some noise. Loud voices were heard from the office, accompanied by intermittent roars.

Elvis could not figure out why the zombie did not intend to go out before. But there was one thing for sure, the zombie inside was extremely dangerous.

Alexander was about 6.4 feet tall and weighed about 220 pounds. What’s more, he exercised a lot, which made him much stronger than the previous two zombies Elvis defeated.

However, no matter how strong his opponent was, Elvis had to face up to it because that was the only way to survive.

Bang! Bang! Bang! The frequency of knocking at the door is more and more rapid. Zombies themselves were stronger than human beings were, and now the zombie inside desperately wanted to rush out to enjoy the delicious flesh and blood, so the ordinary door made of wood may not be able to stop it for long.

"Abigail, Hurry up! Bring chairs here to hold the door close. You can then hide in the corridor temporarily for safety. Don’t come in until I have everything under control." The door was about to open by the hitting inside, Elvis could tell from that that the zombie must be extraordinarily strong. After putting the chairs in place to hold the door, Elvis hoped he could have enough time to prepare for the fighting with the zombie later.

Bang! The door finally fell down, but it was stuck with the chairs and formed an angle of 60 degrees with the ground. Elvis looked at the direction of the office and noticed that the jumbo zombie was ready to rush out.

Elvis held the scissors upside down and looked for a chance to attack the jumbo’s head. The chairs in the doorway not only made it difficult for the jumbo to move, but they also blocked Elvis when he launched an attack.

Elvis tried several times from either side and was only able to prick the jumbo’s shoulder without threatening its life.

Unfortunately, the jumbo was irritated by Elvis’s attacks. It reached out its grey-black hand trying to catch the ant that had hurt it.

Elvis certainly would not stand still and left him as a target for the jumbo; he escaped from its hand and planned to use the scissors to cut its hand down. However, Elvis did not have the chance to do so. The jumbo kept waving its forearm toward the chairs and collapsed the defense established by chairs.

Now supported by only one last chair, the door was in a much lower position than before. It was no longer an obstacle to go out. Now it could walk out easily.

Elvis waited no more and jumped up with scissors to lunge at the head of the jumbo. But the latter reached out its arm to protect its head.

Poked by the scissors, its arm began to flow out black blood. However, zombies would not die even if their blood drained.

Now the jumbo was totally infuriated. It withdrew its arm before Elvis pulled out the scissors. And then it stepped back a few steps to collect energy to rush toward Elvis again.

The jumbo hit the door as it ran toward Elvis, and the door also flew toward Elvis. With no time left to escape, Elvis could only raise his arms to protect his head, letting himself being hit by the door.

Elvis was knocked to the ground, with the heavy door pressing on him. Great pain came from his elbows that bore most of the force, and his bones seemed to c***k.

Elvis got no time to utter any cry of pain. He quickly moved the door aside to stand up and step back.

Now Elvis saw clearly the jumbo and the scene in the office. Its pants were down to its ankles and its lower body was n***d, with blood crust scattered in its crotch and inner thigh. Its p***s was gone with only the two testicles left hanging there.

On the ground lay a dead female body. She was no other but the other sales director. She was topless, with a short gray uniform skirt pulled down to her waist, and she looked more alluring with black silk stockings and slender heels. Well, of course, her shattered head and blackened skin were not taken into consideration when described as attractive.

Leaders really knew how to please themselves even during work time. Elvis guessed that this time because of the yellow smog, the sales director mutated and bit off Alexander’s p***s during the blow job. And he scolded as he grabbed her head and hit it to the ground until she was what she was now.

Anyway, it was just his conjecture. No one knew what had really happened.

Elvis immediately got those conjectures out of his mind and focused his attention on the jumbo. Pants in its ankles undoubtedly slowed it down and it could only move in small steps. Be that as it may, it still reached Elvis quickly.