Right now, a man in a black coat was dismantling the crowd in a narrow corridor, keeping them from overwhelming him with sheer numbers.
He didn't use flashy abilities and fought with nothing but his bare hands.
An infected lunged at him.
He stepped aside, grabbed the attacker's arm, and drove an elbow into the side of their head. The infected collapsed before it even hit the ground.
Another rushed from behind.
The man twisted, caught the attacker's wrist, and hurled them into two others charging from the opposite direction.
That person was dangerous, certainly. Skilled enough to tear through hundreds of infected with nothing but his fists.
However, that was only when compared to special categories. To Francis, the man was only slightly above average at best.
The target of his attention was a woman he would never forget.
Samantha.
