Nightshade and Bloodlust
The zombie began slowly twisting to face me, its elbow digging into my sternum, ripping a pained groan from my lips, but before it could fully turn to bare its teeth at me.
A club came whizzing past my face and made the zombie’s head snap back, sending its body to the left and releasing the pressure on my chest with a whimper creeping up my throat.
Shit, I need a damn break.
I rolled to push off the cold ground, my numb skin burning and yelling at me as I looked up to watch Bax bring the club above her head then back down onto the zombie’s head, painting the snow beneath it with paste and blood.
I’m gonna hurl.
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