An enormous pressure surged within his heart.
The survivors driving armored vehicles and tanks all knew the horror of these zombies.
The young, bald tank driver glared with bloodshot eyes, gritting his teeth, furiously steering the tank towards the Tyrant.
"I'm going to run you over."
His good friend was killed by this zombie in the previous encounter.
He could never forget that scene.
His good friend had driven a transport truck into the enemy, but the enemy blocked it, swung flesh blades, splitting the truck in two, and his friend was impaled by the blade and dragged out of the vehicle.
Recalling the situation at the time, the young bald man was utterly enraged.
Bang!
The violent shaking left him dizzy.
The tank couldn't move forward, clearly being held back by the enemy. Outside, the Tyrant growled, raising its flesh blade to slash down, but just then, an armored vehicle flew out from the side, crashing hard into the Tyrant.
