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CHAPTER 62: DANCE WITH THE DEAD
DANCE WITH THE DEAD
You spring to your feet, adrenaline surging like a tidal wave. Your hand clamps onto the zombie's shoulder, using its momentum to drag it away from the cabin. The creature's growl turns to a confused snarl as its course is abruptly altered. Keeping a firm grip, you wrench it sideways, veering deeper into the woods, away from the man. It snaps at your arm, jaws clamping down on the air just shy of your skin.
Each step is a battle against terror, the forest a blur of green and brown. The zombie's fetid breath hot on your neck adds urgency to your every move. You yank it around a tree, your body twisting to keep it off balance and away from the noise of the chaos left behind.
Leaves crunch underfoot, the smell of decay almost unbearable. Just when you think you might gain control, the forest floor betrays you. A root catches your boot, sending you sprawling to the ground. The zombie collapses atop you, a ghastly weight pinning you down.
Its teeth snap dangerously close, your heart pounding as you struggle to keep its jaws from finding purchase. You thrash, managing to roll the creature off you with a desperate shove. But the rustling noise has attracted attention. A chorus of moans rises in the distance, the horde drawn like moths to a flame.
Desperation claws at your chest. With your back against the damp earth and the mass of undead closing in, you realize your window to escape is rapidly vanishing. The forest suddenly feels like an inescapable labyrinth, each path fraught with danger.
Each step is a battle against terror, the forest a blur of green and brown. The zombie's fetid breath hot on your neck adds urgency to your every move. You yank it around a tree, your body twisting to keep it off balance and away from the noise of the chaos left behind.
Leaves crunch underfoot, the smell of decay almost unbearable. Just when you think you might gain control, the forest floor betrays you. A root catches your boot, sending you sprawling to the ground. The zombie collapses atop you, a ghastly weight pinning you down.
Its teeth snap dangerously close, your heart pounding as you struggle to keep its jaws from finding purchase. You thrash, managing to roll the creature off you with a desperate shove. But the rustling noise has attracted attention. A chorus of moans rises in the distance, the horde drawn like moths to a flame.
Desperation claws at your chest. With your back against the damp earth and the mass of undead closing in, you realize your window to escape is rapidly vanishing. The forest suddenly feels like an inescapable labyrinth, each path fraught with danger.