Re: A Zombie By Any Other Name
Anton leveled his assault rifle, aiming for the nearest zombie, and released a short burst that hit in all the wrong places, missing the spine completely.
And yet, the zombie fell, and didn't seem inclined to stand again.
A moment later, a cry of outrage resounded, as the leader zombie realized the nature of the bullets Tony was carrying.
Slowly, it started toward the group, a trail of black ichor marking the spots where the deformed masses of flesh that one might have called its feet touched the ground.