The sound did not echo for long before the creature forced the rest of its body through the broken window, glass tearing at its skin, yet it moved as if it did not even register pain.
Its shoulders caught briefly against the frame before it dragged itself inside, landing on the velvet rug in a crouch. Blood ran down its temple where the glass had sliced it open, yet it did not blink. Its eyes fixated on the nearest man standing.
The man with the knife reacted first, though his reaction came too late. He raised the blade with both hands and took a step back, his earlier mockery gone from his face.
The infected lunged without warning and slammed into him with enough force to knock him off balance. The knife slipped from his grip and clattered across the floor, spinning once before stopping near Ronan's outstretched hand.
