The forest was cloaked in darkness, the tall trees casting long shadows under the pale moonlight. I had been hunting the zombie for days, a relentless pursuit that had led me to this eerie place. I finally spotted him, standing alone in the middle of the woods, his decaying body barely visible in the dim light. His hollow eyes seemed to stare right through me, devoid of any remaining humanity.
A sense of triumph surged through me as I approached him. "Your game is over," I taunted, my voice echoing in the silent forest. With a swift motion, I drew my knife, ready to end his miserable existence. But before I could strike, something unexpected happened. The zombie’s body lifted into the air and began rolling towards me with a speed and agility that defied his grotesque appearance.
I was taken aback, my confidence shattered. The knife slipped from my grasp, falling to the ground with a dull thud. I scrambled to retrieve it, but the zombie was faster. He seized the knife and turned it against me, his movements now eerily coordinated. Panic set in as he advanced, the blade glinting ominously in the moonlight.
Hours passed as I searched, the forest seeming to stretch endlessly in every direction. The moon had dipped lower in the sky, casting a ghostly glow over the landscape. Just when despair threatened to overtake me, I spotted a movement in the distance. My heart pounded as I approached, my senses on high alert.
There he was, standing at the edge of a clearing, his back turned to me. This time, there would be no hesitation. I crept closer, every step bringing me nearer to my target. The forest was silent, the only sound the rustle of leaves underfoot. As I prepared to strike, the zombie turned, his hollow eyes meeting mine once more.
With a surge of adrenaline, I lunged at him, my determination stronger than ever. The battle wasn’t over yet, and I was ready to face whatever horrors lay ahead.