The old woman called out, but there was no response. She knew in her heart that the black cat was already dead.
"Heh heh heh." A sinister laugh echoed from behind her. A gaunt figure slowly emerged from the shadows. He was so thin that his skin clung tightly to his bones, and his hands—shockingly—had no flesh at all, exposing bare, gleaming white bones.
"Good riddance. Dead is better. Saves me from listening to that annoying meowing all day…"
The Bone-Claw Zombie King grinned, revealing two rows of razor-sharp teeth.
The old woman's eyes burned with hatred as she turned her half-cat face toward him, glaring coldly. But after a moment of thought, she held back her anger.
"There are humans. I can smell traces of them lingering here."
