"Ah!" The Fish Gills Mutant screeched.
What answered him was an axe, a very familiar axe, because just a moment ago, the axe was in the hands of the Fish Gills Mutant.
Soc didn't look at the corpse on the ground, he was slowly becoming numb to it. He turned around to look at his surroundings, the ground completely covered in blood.
The earth exuded a pungent, fishy smell. Footsteps running by left muddy footprints.
There were still people resisting.
But the number of the Undead was too few, and they were struggling against this sudden attack, unable to control the number of casualties.
And once the Undead lost their numerical advantage, defeat came as expected.
Another Fish Gills Mutant noticed Soc, wrapped in a blood mist due to massive amount of slaughter and bleeding, the blood mist floating around him like a god of death.
