THE ENDWORLD SERIES
by David Robbins
ENDWORLD #22 GREEN BAY RUN
GREEN BAY RUN
The dictatorial technocrats had moved their base to Wisconsin, where they were turning men and women into mindless automatons who were slaves to the Technic's will. The Warriors were up against a city of zombies, and they were only seconds away from becoming as helpless as the people they were tyring to save.
THE GHOULS TAKE GREEN BAY
Blinded by the blood in his eyes, the farmer released the Warrior to wipe his left forearm across his face.
And Yama pounced, his right hand held in the Nukite position, and speared a piecring hand strike at the the thing's throat, his training compelling him to
go for one of the softest and most vulnerable areas on the human body. He felt his fingers sink into the yielding flesh halfway to his knuckles. Without
missing a beat, as he drew his right hand back, he whipped his left hand in a Tegatana-naka-uchi, a handsword cross-body chop, connnecting on the side of
his opponent's neck.
Standing a few feet away, Melissa Vail heard a distinct snap and saw the thing go abruptly limp. "You did it!" she exclaimed in amazement.
The Warrior staightened, his eyes narrowing, "I was lucky."
"You were magnificent," Melissa breathed, her eyes sparkling, her cheeks flushed. "No one has ever broken their hold before. Usually, once one of those
things grabs you, it's all over."
"I've never seen anyone behave the way this man did." Yama commented, moving to retrieve the Wilkinson. "It's as if he weren't responsible for his actions, as if he was a robot."
"Now you know why we call their kind the walking dead."