However, before Simon could savor his victory, something unusual caught his eye amidst the fallen zombies.
A figure emerged from the gloom — taller, more menacing. Standing at six feet, this creature's green skin was a shade darker than the usual rotting zombies that wandered aimlessly through the streets.
Its claws were unnaturally long, sharp as daggers, and its yellow eyes pulsed with an eerie, almost sentient awareness.
As the creature opened its mouth, a grotesque grin spread across its face, revealing rotting teeth that were jagged and misshapen, a terrifying reminder that this was no ordinary zombie.
Simon's breath caught in his throat. This one was different. It wasn't just a mindless, decaying husk. This was something more dangerous, something intelligent.
The creature took slow, deliberate steps toward him, its eyes never leaving Simon's form.
