You decide to follow it. There are several hours left in the night and you doubt you'll spend more than an hour maximum finding the weapons you want. No, no, you have plenty of time, and this curious undead gives you a use for that time. You set out after it.
You determine that you don't want to make a fool of yourself slinking after it like those meddling child detectives in the television show, and thus you simply walk a good ways behind it, following in its tracks. It passes through a few groups of undead which you detour around, but you never have much trouble keeping track of it. You follow it for a nearly unbearably boring half-hour before you feel the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. Again, you're filled with the unbearable sensation that you're being watched. You turn behind you and glance around, but see nothing and no one. Not on ground level, not from the rooftops... it's when you turn back, though, that you're really unnerved.
When you turn back around to face the undead you've been trailing, it's staring at you. Its glassy eyes stare right into yours, its pupils unnervingly focused despite their unquestionably rotten nature. Its entire body follows its head, slowly turning around to face you in full. For nearly a minute, the two of you stare at each other, neither breathing, neither acting. Unmoving, silent. Two sentinels in the still night air. Eventually, though, it finally makes its move. Its head cocks to the side, its body convulses for a split-second, and then it groans.
And then it steps. One single step in your direction. And then, a moment later, a second. The time between the second and the third is shorter, and the same goes for the third and the fourth. By its tenth step in your direction, it's closed a good portion of the distance between you. It's already moving faster than your average zombie. By its twentieth, it's nearly upon you, and moving as swiftly as a sprinting human.
It takes twenty-four steps for it to reach your position, but by then you've already leaped out of the way. It's sudden and aggressive charge was enough to unnerve you, force you to evade. When you land, a few meters away, it turns toward you and dashes in your direction again.
Despite its appearance, you sense purpose in its movements. You see steely determination in its eyes. It does not mindlessly shamble at you like its ilk, it does not seek only to bite and infect. No, this is something very different. This one seeks to kill. And you are its target. You dive out of its path again.
The third time it charges, you are ready for its attack. A moment before it reaches you, you swing for it with the back of your hand, seeking to bat it away. You succeed, feeling its shoulder shatter under the force of your slap, and you watch its body sail through the air like a ragdoll. When it lands, it quickly makes its way back to its feet. Its arm hangs at and odd angle, its shoulder utterly...
Wait, no it doesn't. Its arm seems completely fine, and its elbow...
Before your eyes, its elbow cracks back into place, and you see the protrusions in its skin that were nearly compound fractures disappear as its bone mends itself. It moans again, louder. You're reminded less of a human in pain and more of an enraged bull. Again, as it begins to move in your direction, you leap far away.
You can't focus on fighting when you're still trying to figure out what the fuck you just witnessed. This zombie not only sports superhuman physical abilities, moving faster than any human, it also regenerates. But it doesn't just regenerate like a vampire or lycan, no. It heals faster. Even you would have spent at least thirty seconds to a minute mending a shoulder broken that badly, but this creature couldn't have taken more than five or ten seconds to do the same.
You've run out of time to think. The creature has already caught up with you. You jump, then, to the peak of a building, but that also only offers a moment's reprise as the creature meets you there as well, following tight on your heels.
So be it.
You had mused on your inherent tendency toward violence before. You had deeply considered your history of bloodshed and warfare. Now it was time to back up all that bullshit with your actions. When you fought Ali bin Mihail, you were unprepared, out-of-practice, sloppy.
Now? You are very much prepared.
By the time this creature, the "super-zombie," as you've taken to calling it, has reached you, you've wound up for a kick to the chest that sends it hurtling back down to street-level. It lands hard on a curb, shattering the concrete beneath it as well as snapping its spine. You see its legs go limp for a few seconds as it flails with its arms. You know its spine will heal within a few moments.
You don't give it the time. You throw yourself off the side of the building, landing on top of it with a furious punch to its chest. You feel its ribs crumple under your blow, but before you can even pull away your fist they've begun to regrow. Distracted by this for a split-second, you're unprepared to block the blow to the side of your head that the "super-zombie" delivers with one of its hands. Its other has taken your free wrist in a steely grip, tighter than you'd ever have expected. Your unburdened fist lifts from the creature's chest, but it is also quickly gripped by its own free hand.
You struggle against it for a few moments, trying to overcome its hold on your wrist. Slowly, you make progress. Despite its utterly inhuman strength, you are stronger. You're the spawn of Dracula. You're stronger than almost everything. Nevertheless, it's a struggle for you to slowly pull away from its grasp...
Until you hear the crack. A horrible popping sound from the creature's body. It only takes a moment for you to realize what the sound means. An instant later, it realizes too, its legs driving into the concrete beneath it. Its spine has fully reattached. It throws its weight forward, forcing you both off of the ground and to your feet, before reaching toward you with its jaws. You pull backward and they snap closed mere centimeters from your neck. With it so overextended, you see your opportunity.
You slam your skull down onto the back of its own. You feel cracks form along its skull and for a split-second the fight goes out of the creature and its grip loosens on you. That's more than enough time for you to slam your foot into its chest, booting it through the air away from you. Miraculously, it manages to realign itself in midair and land almost perfectly on its feet. By the time it hits the ground, it appears its skull is already fully intact. What is this thing? Are you fighting a demon?
Your scowl of confusion and determination suddenly shifts into a grin.
Maybe it fucking is a demon. But will that stop you? Will it even slow you down?
Fuck no it won't. You are Count Zelemir, Undying Knight of Wallachia. No demon scares you, no mumbling undead gives you pause. If Satan himself rose from the Inferno to challenge you and threaten your dominion, you would send him right back down with a few mortal wounds for his trouble. So does this thing scare you? Does this "super-zombie" pose a threat?
Not in this century.
[] Attack! Strike at it like an animal, aiming to sever limbs or destroy its head. Even if it can somehow survive its brain being destroyed, beheading it would if nothing else incapacitate it long enough for you to determine a more permanent solution.
[] Defend. Keep it at a distance and make sure it can't get a grip on you again. Wait for a clear opening to attack its head, and when the time comes- don't miss.
[] Establish a more balanced plan of attack. Play conservatively and take opportunities to strike when you get them, but don't devote yourself to one gameplan or another. Stay fluid and flexible. Like this thing's blood and bones, respectively.
[] Use a more esoteric strategy.
- [] Use something nearby as a weapon.
-- [] What? A car door, a car, a stop sign used as an axe to behead it from a safe distance?
- You're more agile than it is. Lure it back up to the rooftops and use your superior mobility to keep yourself safe as you bat it away. You see no reason to fight on its terms.
- Aim for the limbs! It can regrow them quickly, but you doubt it can do it faster than you can shatter them or tear them off. While its helpless, it'll be at your mercy.
- Actually, it might be smart to target the heart, not the head. This thing doesn't follow the same rules as other zombies, so what's to say the brain is its weakness? It seems more similar to a vampire, so attempt to kill it like you would a vampire, not a zombie.
[] Run away like a cowardly fucking pussy and shame your name and sire for all of eternity.
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