"Two Grade-2s coming from the left," a young woman in her early twenties said, hiding behind the tall grass.
"Got it," the man with a spear replied.
The tall grass provided them with perfect camouflage. Forget about humans, no creature in the world could detect their presence in the six-foot-tall grass. At least it was true in the old world.
In the new world, the humans had long since lost their position at the top of the food chain. No, the top position wasn't held by zombies either. Animals had reclaimed that position for themselves.
However, humans weren't a species to back down. Zera and Hina, the hunting duo, were prime examples of it.
Bathed in dirt and manure, Zera grabbed a fistful of dirt and let the wind carry it. After confirming the direction of the wind, he quickly repositioned himself.
At the same time, Hina backed away. Her job was to locate the prey, not to hunt them. That was the task for her brother.
Zera waited.
