Chapter 8 - Insane
Julian tightened the straps on the small medical bag slung over his shoulder. Inside were painkillers, bandages, and antiseptics, anything that might help them survive the next few hours.
In his right hand, he gripped a metal rod he’d salvaged from the infirmary, testing its weight and balance.
Behind him, Clarissa followed closely, her hands faintly glowing with energy, her eyes calm but alert.
Julian glanced back at her. "Ready?"
Clarissa nodded. "Let’s do this."
With a deep breath, Julian kicked the door open.
CRASH!
The impact sent one zombie sprawling backward down the hallway. But the noise had already done its damage, more undead turned their heads and began shambling toward them.
"They’re coming!" Clarissa shouted.
"Let them!" Julian growled, stepping forward.
He moved like a storm, his metal rod sweeping, striking, stabbing. With every swing, a skull cracked or a jaw was shattered. His movements were precise and controlled, refined like someone who’d trained for this.