"Not dead yet?" Ethan tilted his head, giving the scene a once-over.
Behind him, four humans—or what used to be humans—let out guttural roars and charged straight at him.
The square-jawed man's head hit the ground with a dull thud, rolling twice before coming to a stop. But then, to Ethan's surprise, the severed neck sprouted writhing tendrils. The head twitched, then crawled back to its body like some grotesque puppet.
Snap!
The man grabbed his head with both hands and pressed it back onto his neck. Just like that, it reattached, good as new. Well, except for the fact that his face now twisted into a mask of pure rage, grotesque and monstrous.
Ethan raised an eyebrow. "Huh. That's... new."
He hadn't expected these creatures to be so resilient. Cutting off their heads wasn't enough to kill them? That was just plain weird.
