Caleb Mercer's eyes narrowed instantly, his combat instincts taking over as he subconsciously raised the iron axe horizontally across his chest in a defensive guard. In the very next second, a terrifying figure lunged out from the suffocating darkness of the master bedroom. It was a middle-aged zombie, its jaws snapping wildly as it bit down hard right onto the wooden handle of the axe.
A guttural roar ripped from the creature's throat, thick, foul-smelling saliva dripping down the weapon's shaft and splattering onto the floorboards. Its crimson, bloodshot eyes were fixated entirely on Caleb, its jagged fangs grinding against the wood as it thrashed frantically, desperately trying to break through the iron blockade.
However, Caleb naturally had no intention of giving the monster even a
