Still boring.

I have only two things to pick this chapter:
1. The Human teeth and jaw do not pack enough strength to break through the material of a duster unless it is in truly terrible condition (as in literally falling apart).

2. The Human skull is much harder to pierce than movies and television depict. With a square blow to a flat-ish portion of the head, you might be able to puncture it with a screwdriver. Most knives would either break or glance off the bone and would still require some significant strength.

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1. The Human teeth and jaw do not pack enough strength to break through the material of a duster unless it is in truly terrible condition (as in literally falling apart).

At what point did it say that he bit through the duster? He simply bit down on it in order to stifle any grunts of pain from the disinfectant.

2. The Human skull is much harder to pierce than movies and television depict. With a square blow to a flat-ish portion of the head, you might be able to puncture it with a screwdriver. Most knives would either break or glance off the bone and would still require some significant strength.

Yeah, but there's this little thing called "suspension of disbelief" that allows said movies and TV shows to get away with it. That concept also applies to written works of fiction, such as this one.

Now, if he managed to kill dozens of zombies without taking any hits and armed with nothing but a pocket knife, then it'd be too much. But this level? Easily within the limits of credulity for a badass-survivor type human protagonist in the midst of a zombie apocalypse.

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At what point did it say that he bitthroughthe duster? He simply bit downonit in order to stifle any grunts of pain from the disinfectant.

I think he meant the part where the zombie bit into the main characters arm, because it would have had to bite through the duster in order to have damaged him that bad. (I could be wrong, but I'm pretty sure that's what he meant, no offense)

la personalidad de este tipo me agrada, por ahora

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Except there are couple of tiny spots , hit at which would be very dangerous to fatal.

“I just went through hell and back for some medical supplies, grenades, and shitty food. What has the world come to?”

Hey now, don't be dissing MREs. Most of those are actually pretty good.

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Like the soft spot on the back of the head

i loved the last paragraph though great humor.

plunging my knife into his temple

Like, ok I get you want brutal but uh... that's skull. Like, a thin layer of skin over bone. Really, really thick bone. Even ifyou could shove a knife blade in, twisting would either be impossible, or just kinda... break it. The knife, not the bone.
Are you sure you meant 'temple'? Because that's the place about midway between the eye and ear on the hairline.
If that is n't really what you had in mind, I recommend as an alternative the occipotal joint which is the cartiligious (and easier to penetrate) point where your spine goes into the base of your skull. Easier to do from the behind, your knife could fit in, and it's instant death. Or effectively such.

highly explosive fun rocks

I love the way you put that.

Time to go like fucking wizard of oz and yeet that house into another dimension

“It’s going to take a lot more than that to knock me out storm. I've never gone unconscious and you ain’t gonna be the reason why I do.” I say grabbing the counter and pulling myself up looking out the window seeing nothing but lightning flashes and a wall of grey before what looks like a two by four shoots out and crashes through the window impacting the front of my helmet promptly knocking me unconscious.

Say hello to Murphy my guy

Pulling into an abandoned gas station and parking the humvee behind the main building to conceal it from possible bandits and looters, not that there is many people left in these parts, I turn off the humvee and slouch back into the seat. “Oh god this day is not going to be amusing in the slightest is it Hank?” I ask myself grabbing my rifle mags sliding them into the pouches on the belt and suspenders. “Hell no it’s going to be the epitome of shitty day, by the looks of it a big storms comin’ in, we’re in the fuckin’ city, and we already killed three people.” I answer myself grabbing the rifle and opening the door before sliding out of the truck. “ Sounds ‘bout like most days anymore.” I close the door gently trying not to make much noise.

Ok, so he drives up in a noisy Hummer but he needs to close the door quietly?

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Spaghetti and meatball MREs are great.

aaaaaaaaaannnd we're off to see the wizard! The wonderful wizard of oooooooooooozz!

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This
This perfect

well this is gonna be a very odd yellow brick road to follow Toto.

“It’s going to take a lot more than that to knock me out storm. I've never gone unconscious and you ain’t gonna be the reason why I do.” I say grabbing the counter and pulling myself up looking out the window seeing nothing but lightning flashes and a wall of grey before what looks like a two by four shoots out and crashes through the window impacting the front of my helmet promptly knocking me unconscious.

Au contraire, you just got knocked out. ( 3rd time re-reading this story. Still love it. )

My dude just got Wizard of Oz'd...