The horde of zombies shambled slowly down the once bustling city street in a ragged group, their passage marked only by the distinctive slithering sound of flesh on asphalt. They moved seemingly at random, with no guiding purpose, until they spotted a black suited figure at the end of the street.
It wasn't doing anything, just standing there, its face concealed beneath a gleaming black faceplate, the number zero emblazoned in red on the left side of its chest. It carried no weapons, and seemed completely unaware to the presence of the black parade. If the zombies had still had enough higher brain activity left to proccess information beyond the desire for food, they would have also noticed that the figure was one finger short on each hand. Not cut off, just not there.
This of course was lost on the shambling horde, who only saw a fresh meal, apparently serving itself up to them on a silver platter. They increased their pace slightly, their movements becoming more coordinated now that there was food to be had. The figure continued to remain where it was, still as a statue, until the black parade reached it, and one of its members lunged for the figure's helmeted head. Then, the figure flickered and disappeared, vanishing in a spray of holographic blue squares.
At the same time, one of the zombies at the back of the horde jerked forward suddenly, glancing down almost in surprise at the glowing blue blade protruding from its neck.
"Pitiful zombies.
Shambling mounds of decay.
They fall with such ease."
A second helmeted head, identical to the first, appeared over the top of the newly re-dead zombie, quickly followed by the neck, torso, and legs of Zer0, as he used the hilt of his blade, still stuck fast in the zombie's neck, as a springboard to push himself up and over it and into the middle of the horde, sniper rifle in hand. As the assassin flew through the air, he kicked out with his feet, shoving a second zombie onto the point of his blade. The next few moments passed in a blur of bullets and fire as the full wrath of the haiku-spouting hitman was unleashed on the poor horde. Some were simply shot through the head, then finished off with a quick stomp to the base of the neck, as Zer0 had long since learned that the brain stem was these creature's sole weakness, while others died a lingering death at the hands of the deadly flames that burst from the bullets of the sniper rifle on impact. No matter where the zombies struck, their rotting hands closed only on empty air and holograms, as Zer0 moved from place to place like the wind, always leaving a holographic double in his wake.
After retrieving his sword and disposing of the few zombies still left alive, Zer0 slung his sniper rifle on his back and looked around at the destruction he had wrought.
"Others will follow.
The noise will have drawn them here.
I should not stay long."
The assassin sheathed his blade and walked off down the street, keeping his eyes and ears open for any further disturbances.