She came face to face with a zombie. It appeared to be female. A chunk of her cheek was gone, completely, exposing the teeth. Her nose had been bitten off and a mass of squirming, hungry maggots had taken up roost in each nasal cavity.
The dead thing opened and closed it mouth, moaning, its teeth snapping and clattering. Lawdy…the smell.
However, it made no move against Addison. She stood there, very still, wide eyed and staring into the rot and decay of this dead thing.
Her hand was on her sword, ready to pull it free.
None of the zombies were moving against her. They all clamored for Genesis, still clinging to the damaged platform. Their wiggling bodies clawing for the Lycan.
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