All four were frozen in place.
What used to be a wide doorway now felt narrowed, blocked by a towering zombie whose head nearly scraped the ceiling.
Its body was swollen with muscle that looked like it was shaped from thick, wet cement.
Chains strapped around its torso and limbs, some fused to the rotting flesh, others dragging a train of broken bank furniture behind it.
As the creature stared at them with it's crimson eyes, a heavy dread settled in the pit of Dima's stomach.
Then it moved. It's chain swung in a wide arc, smashing into the floor and hurling debris straight at them.
"Get down!" Peter shouted as he dove to the side, pulling Geo along with him.
Dima followed suit, rolling behind the nearest piece of cover—a toppled bank counter.
Herman, though, tripped. The chain struck a table, bounced off, and smacked him across the chest.
thud!
He crashed to the ground and let out a pained grunt. But it wasn't enough to keep him down.
