You decide to hold your own here in this house you barely know. You drop what you’re carrying and pull out your swiss army knife, ready to cut down some of these by-law zombies.
The terrier charges first and somehow jumps as high as the throat of the closest zombie. You take spirit from the dog’s courage. You punch the closest zombie knife first…
But your knife hits bone and get caught.
The hands close in on you fast. You’re still awake as rotting fingernails rip through your abdomen. You are conscious when your eyes are sucked out. Blood loss sends you to the blackness, your last thought is “This must be the Brain Police”
