Maxwell let out a blood-curdling scream as he collapsed to the ground.
Without the protection of the flames, the surrounding zombies swarmed him, burying him under the relentless tide of the horde.
"The prize is ours."
Bulldozer held the box in his massive hands, the handcuffs still attached to half of a severed arm dangling from it.
The few remaining humans in the area had already been torn apart and devoured.
The zombies, victorious in this battle, were in a frenzy of excitement.
"Raaaargh—!"
Bulldozer joined in, raising the box high above his head like a trophy, as if he'd just won the World Cup. There was a hint of showboating in his actions, even though… he had no idea what was actually inside the box.
What made it even more amusing was how the surrounding zombies played along, letting out low growls and howls, celebrating with him.
