Chapter Twenty-Six
I quickly dash inside the dark shack and, already aware of the insides because of my previous search, and go directly to both items that interested me the most, ending with a sturdy ax on my left hand and a nail hammer on the other, unable to sheath the ax in any way and without time to figure a way to do so either. The first zombie reaches the entrance before we could leave, his hunger and eagerness making him drag his left twisted leg hurriedly like it was nothing. I test the weight of the hammer in my hand, opening and bending my legs, getting ready to strike when the light that passes the wooden cracks on the roof illuminates the undead’s face, his row of teeth exposed as the lips and mouth seemed to have rotten away- no, rather, been eaten away, having a crocked edge on the rotting
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