"Jenny, you're serious about this, huh?" Chris gritted his teeth in pain, but still refused to let go of her. He thought to himself, Damn, this Zombie King's powers are freaky—he can actually mind-control people.
Make someone who originally had a crush on you turn around and attack you? That's messed up.
Still, Chris figured it wasn't all bad. In a way, this was a classic "hero saves the damsel" moment. Once she snapped out of it, she'd definitely be super grateful...
"Deathspeaker's here! Everyone, stay sharp!" Robert's eyes locked onto the darkness ahead.
A wave of overwhelming psychic pressure swept over them, thick with danger, like a razor-sharp blade hovering right between their brows.
"What do we do now?"
Everyone was visibly shaken.
"I'll handle him!" Robert's eyes gleamed with determination as he charged straight into the shadows.
The horde of zombies surged forward, a sea of twisted, grotesque faces. Their guttural howls filled the air, a deafening, endless chorus.
