The roar is unlike anything I've ever heard before. It's deep and glottal, like the earth itself just growled in warning.
It's not human and I know it doesn't belong to an animal. I'm not even sure a zombie can sound like that. It's something else. Something that makes the hair on the back of my neck stand straight up.
We freeze.
Benji, for once, isn't smiling. Trish grips her knife tighter. Vic and Dom actually shut up for once.
The zombies—our zombies… the ones we were just busy hacking into mush, suddenly lose all interest in us. Their milky, vacant eyes turn toward the sound. As if answering a call, they stagger away from us, limbs jerking, heads lolling, and their focus changing entirely.
And that is new.
"What the fuck," Trish breathes, staring as the undead limp away.
Benji shifts beside her, his usual easy-going smirk gone and his expression is now that of alertness.
"Yeah, that's… not normal." He shakes his head.
