The tendon mass around its neck moved gently as though something beneath the skin was breathing.
When Bai Li stepped toward it, the zombie finally turned.
The air became heavy.
Yan Cijin felt it too.
"Something is coming."
Bai Li's stance changed.
The zombie raised one hand.
The pressure slammed down.
Bai Li's knees bent.
The concrete beneath her boots cracked.
Yan Cijin fired.
The bullet hit the zombie's chest.
Its concentration broke for half a second.
The pressure vanished.
Bai Li lunged.
Whisperfang carved a line across the creature's face.
The zombie did not react to the cut. It answered with a backhand strike that caught Bai Li in the shoulder and sent her sliding across the roof.
Yan Cijin's expression tightened.
Bai Li rose before the slide ended.
The zombie was already there.
They collided.
Whisperfang blocked the first claw.
The second claw struck the flat of the blade.
The third hit Bai Li's side.
