In the meantime, a few zombies found him and tried to climb over the blockade. He was not going to let them. Jude swung the mace at their heads with one hand while his other hand kept rummaging through the drawers, and after several minutes of that, he finally found the keys. By then, several more zombies had gathered around the door.
Because he had been moving in a hurry, his breath was ragged. His helmet visor was foggy, his legs and arms were heavy, and sweat ran down his whole body like a waterfall. Yet the zombies in front of him were all aiming to sink their teeth into his flesh. In his current condition, he simply could not afford to fight them, so he teleported to the hills to wait for them to disappear. He took his helmet off and breathed, enjoying a short moment of respite.
"Should I go to the camping gear store next?"
