The zombie had been a big man once…farmer-big, with forearms like the stump of a tree. Now, his entire body looked like it was half-collapsed, jaw slack with that uncanny slackness that meant the muscles no longer belonged to any plan.
Or to any brain.
It was clear that he had heard when Zubair, Sera, and other others had entered his home.
He turned in a stiff, late motion, his body clearly not responding to any type of command more than just hunger.
But before he could lurch toward the five people in front of him, Sera beat him across the room. Pulling back her arm, she put him down with a straight punch behind the ear.
Fist met skull, and the zombie folded in an almost gentle way.
"Threat neutralized," smirked Lachlan, lowering his machete just slightly. "Good job."
Sera wrinkled her nose and shook the body matter off her hand. "It seemed better in my head," she shrugged.
