Chapter 10 – The Undead Witch
I—Sofia—never imagined I'd witness a creature like that.
That day, we were conducting a routine patrol on the upper floor of the mall we had just reclaimed from a zombie horde the night before. Most of the area had been cleared, but the atmosphere was still unnerving. The smell of dried blood, remnants of rotting bodies, and walls covered in claw marks and bullet holes created a silence thick with tension.
But none of that compared to what awaited us at the end of the corridor.
There, amidst dozens of wandering Rank 0 zombies... stood a girl.
She looked young. Her body was thin but upright. Long hair partially covered her face. A black dress with red accents wrapped around her figure like the midnight mist. At first, I thought she was just another survivor—someone who had somehow managed to camouflage herself among the undead.
But... she wasn't.
She started to move. And in mere seconds, the air turned into a massacre.
Glowing green claws slashed through air—and flesh. Each time she struck, a zombie fell apart like it had been cut by a chemical blade. Skin blistered. Muscles melted. Some even popped from within, as if hit by corrosive venom.
But what chilled me the most...