In order to combat the growing threat presented by the hordes of reanimated corpses, an international team of elite slayers was formed. Due to the toll taken on the human population, the elite slayers were chosen from a selection of healthy survivors, with the ones best fit to fight, based on their youth and their skill, handpicked by their countries' top representative. It was the world's hope that this team could find the ground zero of the outbreak, and by finding it, discover a way to stop the zombie horde from claiming any more lives.
Members Chosen: Alfred F. Jones, Matthew Williams, Arthur Kirkland, Francis Bonnefoy, Ivan Braginski, Natalia Braginski, Feliciano Vargas, Lovino Vargas, Antonio Fernandez Carriedo, Honda Kiku, Wang Yao, Gilbert Beilschmidt, and Ludwig Beilschmidt
The bullet tore a clean hole through sinew, flesh, and bone, just as it had been forged to, but it missed the cranium, slicing through the cheek instead, and that wasn't anywhere near enough to stop the moving corpse's onslaught.
The corpse had been a woman once. She'd had two children and a job in an office as a secretary. Now, she barely had enough flesh on her bones to identify her as human, let alone a woman.
Alfred refused to run, though he wouldn't have been able to at that point even if he'd wanted to. The monster was far too close for that. Lucky for him, his brother just happened to be waiting in the bushes a few yards away, and a skilled sniper.
The zombie's head exploded in an eruption of blood and gore, showering Alfred's face in its sticky coating until he needed to wipe his glasses just to be able to see clearly again.
"Gross," he grumbled, then added, shouting over his shoulder, "Hell of a shot, Mattie. I owe ya one."
"More like a hundred, Alfred.