The zombie exploded into red mist before his gun even aimed.
The game was his.
"Dude," one said. "How?"
Marek blinked. He looked at another zombie — thought about killing it — and its head burst like a rotten melon.
He tried to close the game. Alt+F4 did nothing. Task Manager wouldn't open. His entire PC was frozen except for Dead Rails , still running, still showing his character now walking toward the edge of a cliff.
Then he tried to shoot a zombie.
"Auto Kill…" he whispered. It wasn't aimbot. It was thought-based . He didn't need to press anything. Every enemy his eyes fell on died instantly.