"Rat-a-tat-tat... click-click...!"
As the machine gun emptied its belt, not a single living thing remained standing before the muscular D-Class Personnel. The "Dobermans" and the besieged D-Class Personnel had all been torn apart, sprawled across the ground without a trace of life.
"Fuck yeah! That felt fucking amazing!"
Killing his fellow inmates brought the muscular man no guilt whatsoever. If anything, it gave him a frenzied outlet for all the negative emotions that had built up during his long imprisonment, leaving him looking pleased and relieved.
The D-Class Personnel who had come to this street with him showed neither pity nor sorrow. After all, their hands had already been stained with blood long before they were captured and imprisoned.
What surprised them, however, was that the "Dobermans" blown in half by machine-gun rounds were still twitching. Their mouths continued opening and closing with pitiful "Awoo... woof..." sounds as they attempted to attack, seemingly ignorant of pain and death.
The D-Class Personnel stepped forward for a closer look. They found that the dogs' pupils were clouded with a bloody hue, their fangs were sharp, and their muscles were unusually developed. Other than those subtle differences, though, they looked like nothing more than oversized Dobermans.
"Uh... uh..."
Just then, the corpse of a D-Class Personnel whose left arm and half his shoulder had been blasted away by .30-caliber rounds began letting out a hollow, hungry wail as he struggled to turn over.
Then it was not just that one. Every corpse with an intact head began swaying as their bodies "came" back to life.
Thud, thud!
However, the muscular man, who had already fitted a fresh ammunition belt into the machine gun's feed bag, did not care in the slightest about the dead rising again. He strode quickly toward the nearest corpse,