Meiling huddled in the shadows of the crumbling dark building, her chest heaving with ragged breaths. The air was thick with the stench of decay and salt from the nearby ocean.
She pressed her back against the cold stone wall, peering through a broken crack in the boarded-up window. Outside, shambling figures moved like ghosts in the dim sky.
These were her clan members, the ones who had escaped the initial chaos with her. But now, they were twisted into something nightmarish, their eyes red and vacant and their movements jerky, controlled by unseen forces.
Attached to the tops of their heads were those hideous red crab-like monsters, their pincers digging into flesh and skulls. The creatures pulsed with a faint crimson glow, directing their hosts like puppets.
The zombies trudged forward slowly, their arms outstretched, attacking anything that showed signs of life.
