Shrimpy and Locomotive were also knocked to the ground by the shockwave, their faces twisted in pain.
"Wait… Big Ears, how the hell did you end up ahead of us?" Shrimpy looked up, confused.
Big Ears forced himself to suppress the pain, putting on a calm front.
"Come on, you know my speed. I can run a hundred meters in under three seconds."
"Oh, damn. Respect." Shrimpy nodded in admiration.
Big Ears glanced at them. "You guys alright?"
"Still breathing!" Locomotive grunted from the side.
The three zombies were covered in dust, looking absolutely wrecked as they struggled to get back on their feet. Internally, they were all feeling pretty damn unlucky.
In a city this massive, what were the odds of almost getting crushed by a freaking meteorite? Talk about bad luck—pure, dumb misfortune.
They turned their heads toward the impact site. Thick smoke and dust billowed from the crater, cracks spiderwebbing outward across the ground.
