Exhausted and unwilling to let the scene drag on, Duke tightened his grip on his spear, channeling his remaining strength for a decisive attack.
With a swift motion, he swung his weapon, aiming to bring down the evolved zombie in a single, lethal strike.
"Ugh!"
"Ah!"
"Ack!"
A sudden commotion erupted from across the street, where Duke's warriors were supposed to be regrouping.
When Duke turned toward the noise, his heart dropped.
"NO!" he roared, his voice thick with horror.
His eyes widened at the sight before him—his warriors lay sprawled on the ground, their bodies drenched in blood.
Ghastly claw marks slashed across their torsos, and some had their stomachs torn open, a grim testament to the brutal ambush they had just endured.
But the attacker wasn't done.
It relentlessly tore through the remaining warriors with blinding speed, leaving them no chance to fight back or even see their assailant.
