No Longer Fragile

One of its calves had already been gnawed clean by other zombies, leaving behind a stark, bare bone, but its face was strangely intact.

Even under the grime, you could still make out what it used to look like.

With a dull thud, the zombie's skull caved inward, and black-green brain matter splattered out.

"It's Phil..."

Megan's grip on the golf club trembled. Phil Baxter had been one of her closest