Ryan's face filled with disdain. "You're already at death's door, and you still want to play tricks?"
Before he could finish speaking, a thick splash of blood sprayed across half his face.
Fresh blood splashed into his eye. Ryan rubbed at it and screamed, "Who the hell sprayed water on me?"
A pale face silently leaned close to him. Its nose sniffed hard, as if it had found delicious prey.
"Ah!"
Panic detonated through the crowd.
A mutated zombie had gotten inside at some point and was chasing the crowd, biting wildly.
Ryan grabbed Vanessa and ran to higher ground first. Then he blew the whistle hanging around his neck.
"Don't panic. Get close to me. I have mastiffs. Taking out one zombie is nothing."
At his command, the largest mastiff shot forward like an arrow.
It bit down on t
