The shining beam from their collective attack faded. Breaker stood there with a gaping hole in his chest. The arms that he used to block the strike were blown off.
Yet, he survived.
The arms protected his tiny head, and that's what mattered.
However, the attack was too much for the zombie to handle. He collapsed to his knees, staring at the hole in his chest.
The zombie wasn't the only one looking through the hole. The enforcers were, too.
Not only had the arrow blown through Breaker, it had hit the corpse wall behind, obliterating it.
The barrier between them and their freedom had been shattered!
The zealots who survived the encounter cheered. The hope of their survival was ignited once again.
At least for the moment.
"Roar!"
Breaker was enraged. He had lost his arms and a huge chunk of flesh. The horde master gave him a responsibility, and because of these humans, he was turned into a joke.
The zombie could already imagine the rest of the horde laughing at him.
