One thing about these Zombies with intelligence was that... they were far more dangerous than the mindless ones.
A regular Zombie, as brutal as they were, could regenerate from nearly any damage unless you took off its head.
But these Zombies? They knew their weaknesses. And that made all the difference.
The room felt thick with tension, the kind that clung to the air like a heavy fog. The storm outside raged with a fury that seemed to match the intensity of the creature in front of him.
Lightning flashed, illuminating the room in brief, electric bursts.
For a second, Simon locked eyes with the Zombie. Its pupils were an unsettling shade of yellow — sharp, calculating, intelligent.
Not like the rabid hunger of a typical undead. This thing was aware, and that made it all the more terrifying.
Simon tightened his grip on the knife in his hand, he had taken it out of his pocket, his heartbeat drumming in his chest.