Chapter 52

"What the fuck," muttered Daniel, his voice laced with disbelief. He glanced at his wife, drawing strength from her presence. Steeling himself, he gripped the wooden bat tightly, his knuckles turning white. "Bring it on, you piece of shit."

The zombie screamed louder, its grotesque face contorted in rage, and began rushing towards Daniel. Helen appeared just in time, her boots crunching on the gravel as she came up behind the zombie. Without a moment's hesitation, she raised her gun and started shooting.

"Die, you bastard!" shouted Helen, her voice fierce. She fired continuously, each shot echoing through the deserted street. Bullets tore into the zombie, though many missed their mark, striking its limbs and side.

The zombie instantly turned towards Helen, its decayed limbs flailing as it began to run with a grotesque, jerking motion. The putrid stench of death hung in the air, making Helen's stomach churn with fear and revulsion.