He raised the Stone Hammer high, above his head.
All his strength converged at his waist at this moment, then twisted through his waist to his arms.
The massive hammer was held above his head, pausing there for a moment, an invisible sense of oppression rapidly gathering from above.
Meanwhile, Sean, hearing this!
Immediately aimed his flashlight, his Shotgun firmly pointed at the corner.
A 'crackle-crackle' sound quickly approached, moving from the far end of the corner closer to them.
Sean listened to this peculiar sound, holding his breath, feeling as if they had already arrived right in front of him.
He and the Walking Corpse Centipede were only a corner apart; Sean could even smell the stench of decaying corpses emanating from them.
But just as Shawn and Sean's momentum reached its peak, the rapid footsteps of the Walking Corpede Centipede suddenly stopped.
Shawn and Sean were both startled.
But before they could feel confused in their hearts.
Suddenly--!
In the very next second, their moving sound suddenly became urgent again!
Sean quickly steadied himself and continued to look.
But where the flashlight shone, there was only emptiness, nothing existed.
Sean seemed to realize something and immediately lifted the flashlight to look up.
"Fuck!!"
Sean immediately broke out in a cold sweat!
He saw where the flashlight illuminated...
The 5 Walkers were at this moment using both hands and feet, quietly lieon the protective net of the incandescent lamp above his head.
Sean could see that Shawn had actually discovered them long ago.
Because before Sean raised his flashlight, these ghostly things had been staring at Shawn.
Watching these ghostly things approach step by step.
Shawn had been scared again and again earlier; he only felt the terror he experienced instantly turn into Berserkers!
Legs and waist combined, waist and arms combined, arms and strength combined, strength and hammer combined!
The attributes stimulated by basic strength instantly burst to 200%!!
"I'm going to your mother!!"
Shawn roared, and the hammer held high above his head crashed down.
It was accompanied by a fierce gust of wind, carrying an irresistible momentum!
The hammer made contact with the face of the first Walker leading the way.
Its face gradually deformed in slow motion, then directly disintegrated.
The entire Walking Corpse Centipede, even after losing two heads, still weighed 600-700 pounds.
But at this moment, it was directly slammed to the ground by Shawn, like a thin piece of paper.
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At the same time, the close-range Shotgun blasts began to roar in anger!
And after one hammer, Shawn casually tossed the Stone Hammer beside him and pulled out his Shotgun from behind him.
He was spraying bullets at the Walking Corpse Centipede while muttering curses.
"Damn it, that Prison Warden is a weirdo, and all you prisoners are weirdos too!"
...
"Still screaming?! You're still screaming!!"
...
"Sean, reload! Let's go for another clip!"
...
"That's enough, Shawn, they're just rotten meat now."
"Not enough! Keep going!"
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
...
"Hey, hey, Sean, Sean, Sean, that's enough, that's enough."
"Damn it, the more I think about it, the angrier I get!"
"Alright, alright..."
Shawn, in turn, comforted the slightly agitated Sean; at this moment, he was holding a machete, about to go up and dismember the corpse, looking like a living 'thug'.
The two finally managed to stop and catch their breath.
That battle just now not only consumed physical strength but also mental energy.
When everything was over, the two of them sat on the ground without any regard for their appearance, panting heavily.
"What the hell is this thing?"
Sean asked, gasping, looking up at the mass of flesh riddled with bullet holes.
"Not sure."
Shawn was very clear.
On these few Walkers, Shawn saw shadows of the 'Berserkers'.
They were like a restructured version of the 'Berserkers'.
This thing, if it were in seven days to die, would at least be a monster from a 4-star house.
Shawn cursed inwardly, not expecting that attacking the Prison would let such things in.
To be honest, he thought this Walking Corpse Centipede was even more terrifying than a zombie horde.
Shawn almost couldn't hold on just now.
After resting for a while, both of them felt a bit better.
The sense of strength began to return to their bodies, and their palms no longer trembled slightly from the side effects of adrenaline.
"The guard room shouldn't be far; let's go take a look. If it's really not possible, we can retreat."
Hearing Shawn's words, Sean nodded and was pulled up by Shawn.
Loading the Shotgun shells one by one into the Shotgun, the two continued their journey.
This was originally the junction between C-zone and B-zone, and after walking around two corners, the two saw the planned guard room.
In front of the guard room door, Shawn's marked small flag was floating there.
However, what was somewhat ominous was that a massive figure was standing outside the door.
It was dressed in a Prison guard's uniform and wore a police cap.
Its entire body looked as if it had been soaked in water for three days and three nights, completely bloated, looking difficult to deal with.
When Shawn and Sean arrived, it was standing quietly in front of the guard room door.
Its eyes were fixed on the doorknob of the guard room, but it made no move to open the door and enter.
"It should be some memories from its life, which is why it keeps this posture."
"But if I'm not mistaken, this thing seems to explode..."
Shawn looked at the Walker standing motionless at the door like a guardian, thinking it would be better to outsmart it.
This thing was right at the door; if they accidentally triggered the Prison's alarm during a fight later, it would be a huge loss.
Shawn pulled out a 20-gauge Shotgun shell from his bag and threw it towards the end of the corridor.
Gurgle, gurgle--
The Shotgun shell rolled until it stopped at the wall at the end of the corridor.
The subtle sound seemed to catch the attention of the Prison guard Walker; it clumsily turned its body and walked step by step towards the Shotgun shell.
Shawn turned and pulled out a machete from Sean, then gestured for him to follow.
The two moved as quietly as possible to the side of the guard room door, opening the metal door with a key picked up from a corpse.
Sean went in first, while Shawn used the door to shield his body, his right hand pulling back the machete slightly to gather strength.
"Hey, big guy."
"Do you get overtime pay for working overtime recently?"
Hearing Shawn's voice, the Prison guard Walker slowly turned around and tilted its head at Shawn.
"Now!"
Shawn held his breath, the strength in his right hand surged, and veins bulged along the lines of his arm!
He directly threw the machete tightly held in his hand with force.
The machete cut through the air, spinning end over end, and directly struck the bone in the Prison guard Walker's neck.
The powerful force carried the Prison guard Walker directly, pinning it to the wall, and its head fell to the ground with a 'thud'.
It was at this moment that the water-soaked body began to rapidly swell.
The subcutaneous veins seemed to have absorbed all the turbid water at this moment, almost completely tearing its skin.
Shawn, seeing this, ducked his head and tightly closed the metal door of the guard room.
Bang--
Through the door, the sound was greatly reduced.
It sounded no louder than a silenced pistol.
Shawn turned his head; Sean was using the butt of his Shotgun to smash a Walker's head.
"Another one that starved to death, trapped in a room."
Sean stood up, relieved; they had finally reached the guard room.
Although the whole process wasn't exactly easy.
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