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 [color=gray]Jonathan certainly knew his way around zombies. The lone zombie quickly fell victim to the radioactive man's strikes. The first attack pushed a lot of weight onto the walking rot monster. No brain activity remained, only pure instinct. Catching it off guard,
 the zombie stumbled into the kitchen. 

	The hit did cause it to go off balance momentarily. Regaining its footing, the infected human tried to push back with a strike.
Knowing Jonathan, an individual zombie can easily be taken care of. The downward assault with his pipe proved to be an effective result.
 The zombie could not finish its attack as the blunt weapon crashed into its skull. A soft, squishy sound emitted upon impact. Falling downward, blood splattered over the area. Its head started to look like a raw spaghetti dish.

	In the kitchen area, the place resembled a crime scene. Pots and pans cluttered the floor; a fight definitely broke out in here. Blood stains painted the countertop, but not from Jonathan's recent assault. The lights on the stove continued to stay lit indicating the fight broke out during a meal in preparation. Everything hinted to the elephant in the room. 

	The waitress from before must not have been the only one on duty. Two males in aprons laid out on the floor; crimson liquid oozed from their sides. Most likely, these two had to be the chefs. They both showed no signs of breathing. Two more dead victims in the restaurant meant more burials and more panic. This was not good. 

	Although, something was fishy. By closer inspection, the chefs did not have any bite marks. Their throats slit and stab wounds were visible on their sides. 
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	[b][color=cadetblue]"Hey, did you get the thing?"[/color][/b] Martin managed to push himself through the crowd. He pushed the kitchen door with all of his strength. The kid did seem enthusiastic to help. He didn't know what he was going to do, but he couldn't have some weirdo take all the credit. The door slammed against the wall because of too much applied pressure. Martin had to catch the door as he launched back to make sure it doesn't hit him in the face. 

	As he caught it, his eyes immediately scanned the room. He met the crushed skull of the zombie and other two bodies on the tiled floor. The sight churned his stomach quickly. His eyes couldn't believe the severe wounds on the body or the excessive blood. His throat started to increase in temperature. Before he knew it, Martin puked over the kitchen door. 

	[b][color=cadetblue]"This is so nasty!"[/color][/b]

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