The groan of the zombies, the sound of them dragging their body parts down the street behind them, the spitty hiss they make as they shamble towards Joe, terrified him as he looks around in fear. All he could see were their decayed teeth, yellowed and full of pulpy bits of bloody flesh, snap as they try to bite him. Their terrible hunger evokes painful sounding moans as they hiss and keep stretching their hands towards Joe to grab him.
“Oh f**k!” Joe exclaimed as a zombie lunged at him. He tried to push the zombie away find only, decayed flesh. His fingers sank into the zombie’s rotted skin. The skin peels back to reveal the rotted sinew and tissue that is softer than mud. He screamed calling for the attention of Nick who was on the other end of the street seeing other zombies teetering
