"Roar!" The zombie paid no attention to Ye Dong's words, extending its arms and continuously growling. It possessed immense strength; even the bookcase and dining table began to shift under its movements.
Ye Dong felt the extreme fear in her heart. She took a deep breath and then flung the kitchen knife in her hand towards the zombie's head.
It seemed that in the face of danger, she had tapped into her potential. Her aim was accurate, and the knife struck the zombie's head, but it did not die. Even as brain matter oozed out, it still instinctively tried to push away the objects in front of it, moving towards Ye Dong.
"Gross." Ye Dong felt so disgusted that her stomach started to churn. She ran back to the kitchen, grabbed a frying pan, and, enduring the revulsion, dealt a vicious blow to the zombie's head.
