I had barely taken ten steps forward when something grabbed my ankle. The sensation was cold and felt disgusting.
Whatever it was, it was very much not friendly. I looked down slowly.
A half-decayed hand had crawled out from beneath a pile of rubble and was now tightly wrapped around my leg like it had just found its long-lost soulmate.
"…You've got to be kidding me."
The rubble shifted. Then the rest of the body followed.
A zombie dragged itself out. Its jaw hung at an angle that made me uncomfortable on a personal level. Its cloudy eyes locked onto me with disturbing enthusiasm as it let out a wet, choking growl.
"Yeah, no, I am not into whatever this is."
I yanked my leg back hard, but the grip didn't break.
Instead, I lost my balance.
"Oh come on...!"
