The strike was unbelievably fast. Megan didn't even have time to react, and the others just stood there, dumbfounded, as a severed head rolled across the floor.
But then, something even more horrifying happened.
From the jagged neck stump, tiny, writhing tendrils began to sprout, squirming their way back toward the body.
"She's… not dead?"
Everyone's eyes widened in shock before snapping back to reality.
"Stop her! Don't let her get back together!"
The group surged forward, weapons swinging wildly. Blood splattered everywhere, and chunks of flesh flew in all directions. But the creature was so grotesque, so unnatural, that no one dared to stop hacking.
"Keep going! Kill her!"
"Isn't she already dead?"
"Then kill her again!!"
"…"
