Chapter 62: Interactions With The Night Part 21
Seeing the creature stumble was the first thing that made Luck breathe easier.
Reading where it would strike wasn’t enough. It outclassed him in speed and strength. If he wanted to win, he had to stay at least two steps ahead.
’I need to improve...’ His eyes widened, and the world around him slowed. He was breaking through his limit, whether his body liked it or not.
As the mutated zombie crouched low, pawing at the ground like a lion sizing up its prey, he felt the tension in the air thicken.
He wasn’t the only one improving. The creature’s eyes lit up with a deep red glow, and its body began to tremble. Somehow, it looked bigger than before.
Others might’ve thought it was just a trick of the light—but he knew better. This wasn’t in his heads.
"Come on," he taunted, stepping forward with absolute confidence. "I’ll show you the peak of humanity."
With an explosive leap, the creature lunged back into the fight. It sidestepped sharply—then pulled off something that looked way too close to a basketball crossover.
Luck’s instincts kicked in; his body moved before his mind could overthink it. He sidestepped gracefully, letting the creature’s momentum carry it past him.
He felt the rush of air as the claws barely grazed his side, a reminder of the razor-thin line between survival and death in this unforgiving world.
"Nice try," he muttered, spinning to face the mutant just as it twisted its body, trying to strike with its back hand.