Even hardened soldiers, who had seen their fair share of gore on the battlefield, would feel their stomachs churn at the sight of the zombie corpse in front of him. The grotesque scene was enough to make anyone feel nauseous.
The man could barely breathe, but he steeled himself, drawing the dagger from his waist. With a shaky hand, he plunged it into the evolved zombie's head, the motion clumsy and uncertain. As he twisted the blade, a squishy sound accompanied the sensation of brain matter hitting the metal. He gagged, struggling to keep his breakfast down, fighting the urge to vomit.
His eyelashes fluttered as he weakly inhaled, trying to avoid the overpowering stench of decay. Despite his efforts, the foul odor still hit his nostrils, making him wince. With his eyes tightly shut, he braced himself, dreading the moment when he would have to look into the hole he had carved in the zombie's head to retrieve the core.
