Killing Undead

"Princess Felicia is now in control of my body, wielding it like a rabid, demon-fueled war machine, and I'm just a viewer—a mesmerized passenger trying her best to keep pace with the unhinged carnage exploding through my own damn eyes.

A massive zombie, three meters tall, attacks.

Felicia drops low, our knees scraping the filth-strewn ground, escaping the swing of its giant, grotesque arm by a hair's breadth.

The air howls past my face, rancid, carrying a stench of decay so thick it burns my lungs.

"Too fucking slow, you bloated sack!" Felicia snarls, and then—

WHAM!

A single gut punch! Our fist drives in, twists, and—

BOOM!

That's all it takes.

The monster launches into the air like a ragdoll, spinning once—twice—before—

SPLOOOSH!!!

Its bloated torso bursts like a festering piñata, spraying a geyser of black blood, pulpy entrails, and jagged bone shards across the ground.