Nameless did not flee through the front door or the hole the hulking zombie had smashed open. Instead, he leaped down from the balcony, reaching out to grab the railing of the balcony below.
The zombie in the living room downstairs immediately rushed onto the balcony at the sound. Seeing that the zombie with a gaping hole blasted through its face was still alive, Nameless promptly let go and continued falling, then caught the railing of the balcony on the next floor down.
He took a breath. Seeing no zombies inside, he finally hauled himself up with all his strength and clambered into the balcony with difficulty.
After sitting on the floor with his back against the railing for a while, he got up and wiped the sweat from his forehead. He could not help grumbling inwardly. This stage was seriously too much. Even in his ordinary state, he had never been this weak.
In his previous life, he had at least been a member of the Rescue Team. No matter how lazy he was, his physical fitness would not have been this poor. In this life, aside from when he had been an infant, he had always been strong—even when he had just crossed over. After all, his predecessor had been the kind of teenager who trained himself to death.
Now, he was like a young man with kidney deficiency. His explosive power was still decent, but his endurance was a huge problem. A little intense exercise left him gasping for breath. He had only made it this far by relying on his experience and skills.
He stood where he was and rested a little longer before carefully surveying the room. No one knew what form a zombie might take, so he inspected everything closely, not even overlooking beneath