As Yasin cautiously ascended the wide marble staircase, a glimmer of hope flickered in his heart. To his surprise, he discovered two blood-stained handguns and three M16 rifles lying in pools of blood. The sight filled him with excitement!
Unfortunately, the firearms were all out of ammunition.
Yasin picked up one of the relatively clean M16 rifles and slung it over his back before continuing upstairs.
The presence of so many weapons suggested that the owner of this mansion was no ordinary person. There might even be an armory inside.
He didn't expect much, but if he could find a handgun, a rifle, and some ammunition, it would be a significant advantage!
Of course, if there were any survivors, they might be able to help him locate what he needed in this luxurious estate.
With zombie corpses and blood covering the floor, Yasin moved cautiously.
The moment he reached the second-floor hallway, his eyes widened in horror!
Even with his strong mindset, he nearly gagged at the revolting sight.
A thick stench of decay assaulted his nostrils as swarms of black flies buzzed in the air. Maggots squirmed through the rotting flesh of countless corpses.
"What the hell happened here? Why are there so many zombie bodies?"
Covering his nose, Yasin muttered to himself.
"Who exactly owns this mansion?"
The zombies had clearly been gunned down!
Some had even been blasted apart by explosives.
Just by observing the battlefield, Yasin could easily imagine how intense the confrontation had been.
The partially collapsed corridor and the blackened scorch marks on the walls were undeniable proof that not only firearms but also grenades had been used.
What kind of person had access to such a vast arsenal and so many bodyguards—even attracting the attention of elite military forces?
While firearms were legal in the U.S., grenades were strictly prohibited and closely regulated military-grade weapons.
How did these people obtain grenades?
And what exactly were they protecting?
Frowning in thought, Yasin covered his nose and carefully stepped over the corpses, heading toward the source of the earlier noise.
As he walked down the corridor, he noticed a portrait hanging on the wall, framed by golden wallpaper.
The man in the portrait was unfamiliar to Yasin, but the inscription beneath it caught his attention—William Jefferson Clinton.
The name sounded familiar. At the very least, the surname Clinton was well known to him.
But why was this portrait here?
There was no time to dwell on it. This entire mansion was steeped in mystery.
From its luxurious layout to the battlefield-like devastation, it was clear that its owner held an extraordinary status.
"The door is open!"
Yasin reached the room where he had heard the noise. A faint shuffling sound came from within. The door was slightly ajar, not locked.
"Is someone inside?"
Yasin knocked lightly and whispered.
No response.
Even the shuffling noise ceased.
The atmosphere grew eerily silent.
With a steady hand, Yasin pressed the tip of his spear against the wooden door and slowly pushed it open. The door creaked loudly.
Suddenly!
A massive shadow lunged at him!
"Roar!!"
Reacting on instinct, Yasin yanked back his spear and thrust it forward with all his might.
A strong resistance met his strike, nearly knocking the weapon from his grip. He staggered back two steps, barely avoiding a fall into the pile of corpses.
Now, he could clearly see the monstrous figure before him—
A zombie!
A hulking, grotesquely obese zombie, its sagging jowls lined with razor-sharp teeth. Its grayish-white skin pulsed with dark, worm-like veins, making it look even more horrifying.
The military-grade knife affixed to Yasin's spear had penetrated the zombie's skull but got stuck midway through the thick bone—something Yasin had never encountered before!
"Creak—"
Another door opened.
"Roar!!!"
A second growl came from behind him.
Yasin's heart pounded. He yanked at his spear, but it was jammed tight in the zombie's skull!
A foul wind rushed toward him from behind. No time to think—
"System! Handgun!"
A pistol materialized in his grasp. Without hesitation, Yasin spun around and pulled the trigger!
"Bang!"
The bullet shot straight into the zombie's gaping mouth and exited through the back of its skull in an explosion of blood and brain matter.
The creature froze mid-pounce, allowing Yasin to narrowly dodge what would have been a fatal attack.
The gunshot echoed through the mansion—
And then came a chorus of unsettling growls.
"Ughhh… Ughhh… Grrraaaahhh!!!"
"Damn it!" Yasin realized at once—he had just awakened more zombies lurking in the mansion!
And these zombies were different. Whatever they had been through had made them even stronger than the ones outside!
"System! Retrieve handgun! Summon sword!"
The pistol vanished, replaced by a gleaming blade in Yasin's hands.
In this situation, using firearms was a last resort!
Just then, five hulking, grotesque zombies with bloated green bellies emerged from one of the rooms. Their jaws snapped open and shut as they slowly shuffled toward him.
Two of them clutched rotting severed heads in their massive hands. One even had a decayed, blackened intestine dangling from its mouth.
Yasin turned to flee—
But more zombies appeared at the staircase!
A dozen short, twisted creatures with greenish skin, sparse white hair, and razor-sharp claws crawled up toward him. They looked like the terrifying goblins from a horror movie.
"Damn it! I'm trapped!"
Sweat dripped down Yasin's forehead as he gripped his sword tightly.
He had been too reckless!
Had he not rushed upstairs so quickly, he wouldn't be in this mess.
If not for that strange noise, he never would have entered the second floor without fully scouting the first!
Now, five towering, muscular zombies blocked his path ahead. Behind him, a swarm of deadly goblin-like creatures crept closer.
No way forward. No way back.
"Only one option—fight my way out!"
Yasin clenched his teeth and readied his blade, prepared to cut his way down the stairs.
Even if the odds were slim, it was better than waiting to be torn apart!
"Creak—"
At that moment, a door behind him suddenly opened.
A woman peeked out, her face filled with urgency.
"Here! Quick! Get inside!!" she whispered frantically.