The Brute collapsed with a heavy grunt, its body folding sideways, dragging mucus across the floor in wide streaks as it twitched one final time. Its stomach-mouth spasmed once — lips drawn back, teeth still twitching — then slowly sank open, slack and empty.
I stood over it, my breath slow, chest rising in measured intervals. My knuckles were numb, fists still clenched. Blood trickled across my palm — some mine, some not — I wasn't sure anymore. Didn't care either.
[Stage-2 Brute Infected Killed — ZKP +50]
The system pinged against the back of my vision, sharp and cold, but I barely registered it. I needed to keep checking things.
Across the shattered tiles, the speed-type — the Freak — still twitched where it lay. Its limbs spasmed, claws dragging faint trails across the stone, body jerking like it hadn't got the message.
