Akhil stared down at the smoking zombie body.
It deflated like a balloon, and all the muscle's disappeared in an instant. The corpse returned to the image of the Ronald he had remembered... barely. He looked like a grotesque corpse that had been pulled out from the earth, and an offensive, putrid smell quickly hit Akhil in the nose. His nose wrinkled from the terrible scent.
'That bastard is constantly looking for a way to cause trouble' Akhil gnashed his teeth, eyes flashing with anger as his thought trailed back to the source of the problem... Mask!
Taking a deep breath, Akhil ignored the corpse and turned his attention to the ongoing chaos. His clones were managing their assigned tasks, but the cacophony of fear and shouting indicated widespread panic. He launched himself toward the commotion where the bulk of the remaining zombies were contained by the makeshift defense line.
