"But... there are so many zombies on the street. How do I get into that truck?" Zhang Xiaowen stared at the Cube.
"Simple. I'll lure them away. You sprint to the driver's seat. Here's the key."
The Cube slid down a telephone pole, decapitated a zombie wearing designer clothes, and retrieved a luxury smartphone from its pocket. Transforming into a toy-sized off-roader, it balanced the phone on its back while charging it slightly. Music blared: *"DJ! Let's get hyped!"* – a brain-numbing pop track that immediately drew the horde's attention.
Zombies lurched toward the noise. The Cube leaped from a third-floor air conditioner, rolled into its vehicle form, and zigzagged through undead legs. "Go! Now!" it barked through Zhang's earpiece.
Zhang jumped across rooftops, descending like a parkour expert until landing on a delivery van. Three zombies intercepted her.
*Rat-tat-tat!*
The Cube's micro-gun strafed two attackers. Zhang's shortsword flashed, severing a rotting arm before her pistol finished the job. The last zombie lunged – she spun, its head arcing through the air as she sprinted to the truck.
Inside the armored cab, Zhang gulped water while the Cube sprayed decontaminant along door seals. "Masks human scent. Now drive."
The engine roared. Zombies clawed at the V-shaped plow as the truck accelerated, bodies bursting like overripe melons. Blades welded to the sides diced limbs like a meat grinder. Survivors peering from apartments gaped at the carnage – a steel behemoth carving a gory path through the undead sea.
"Call the cops! Sue me! Oh wait – they're all dead!" The Cube flipped off the horde with a metallic middle finger.
Detouring past a fireworks shop, it snatched two crates of firecrackers. At Sixth High's rear building, the Cube rigged explosives in a tree. Sparks flew from its fingers – *pop-pop-BANG!* – as fireworks drew zombies toward the playground.
Zhang reversed through the school fence, crunching the barrier under massive tires. Students pressed against classroom windows, watching the armored truck disgorge a tactical-geared woman clutching a toy car.
"Who's the badass with the Hot Wheels?" a teen muttered.
The Cube's optics glinted. "Welcome to Extraction 101. Pop quiz: How many zombies fit under an eight-ton truck?"