Locomotive?

Isaiah's face was filled with terror. Even though he wasn't being controlled, the interference was enough to throw him off. He figured his time was almost up.

The music blared on, and the zombies became even more frenzied, surging forward like a tidal wave. Their grotesque faces closed in, one after another.

In an instant, many people were knocked to the ground. Screams of agony echoed through the air, and despair gripped everyone's hearts.

"I'm not going down without a fight!" Isaiah gritted his teeth, summoning every ounce of resolve he had left.

Heat radiated from his body as flames erupted from his hands, roaring to life. His remaining energy gathered, growing more intense by the second.

But just as he was about to unleash it, a shadow silently materialized behind him. The sheer pressure it exuded was overwhelming, like death itself had arrived.