The pack of zombies, rabid like wild dogs, instantly swarmed the big guy. Their razor-sharp teeth tore into his flesh, blood spraying in every direction. He didn't even get a chance to scream before he was completely consumed by the horde.
Everyone froze in horror.
"What the hell just happened?!"
This was way beyond anything they'd ever seen. But it wasn't hard to guess—this had to be another Zombie King, one with some freakish ability.
Lena's face twisted with grief. The big guy had looked out for her more than once. And now, just like that, he was gone.
"It's gotta be that voice—it messes with your mind!"
"Oooh, someone's clever," the voice echoed again from the darkness, smooth and mocking.
But what came next sent a chill straight down their spines.
"You know too much. You should take that pretty little knife of yours and shove it right into your mouth."
Lena's eyes glazed over the moment she heard it. Her expression went blank, like her mind had just shut off.
