Equal Strength

Grind.

A contest of strength between a human and an Infected entity. We pushed against each other from both sides, wrestling with the wooden bat between us.

Sure, it wasn’t a full swing with all my might at first, but right now I was putting all my strength into both arms and throwing my weight into it, yet it didn’t budge.

The fortunate thing was, while I wasn’t winning, I wasn’t losing either.

Even compared to the mutated enhanced variant’s forearm bulging with pitch-black veins, my physical strength didn’t fall far behind.

It was probably thanks to consistent exercise and the effects of the microchip. Or maybe it was because of the cocktail shaking I constantly practiced at dragons Lair.

'Anyway, I can’t just keep standing off like this.'

If I kept arm-wrestling like this and another Infected entity pounced on me, it would be over.

Whoosh-

I pulled the wooden bat, which was making a precarious sound as if it would break, inward and leaned my body forward...