The first zombie blinks, opens its mouth in that dead-silent moan, and gets a dagger right through the temple.
Whoop!
So fucking soft and juicy, like slicing into a warm cantaloupe.
The system pings.
[Remaining kill count: 49]
The zombie crumples instantly with no resistance. Like it recognized what I was, and just… gave up.
I yank the blade free and step over its collapsing body like a disappointed coworker.
The second shuffles forward in that lazy, lurching way with no real malice and just instinct. As they always fucking DO!
I sidestep with zero urgency and bury my blade in its eye socket. It's so super crunchy and unsettling and satisfying.
[48]
The third one pauses as I approach. Its head tilts. One would have thought it was in recognition like it could tell I am the boss of the boss.
But probably no.
It grabs me anyway—cold fingers curling around my arm like uncooked chicken, curious rather than violent. I twist, spin, and slam my blade into its throat.
