Max ran straight down the sewer corridor. His footsteps echoed against the damp ground. The sound chased him.
The place where the spell had come from was getting closer and closer.
"…I have to get there…"
He breathed heavily.
"…before it's too late."
Something moved from the ground. A completely rotten hand.
It grabbed his leg.
Max stopped dead in his tracks.
"…let go of me, damn it!"
The zombie, dressed in torn clothes and with ripped flesh, pulled hard.
Max gritted his teeth. He lifted his foot and crushed its head.
Crack.
The hand loosened.
"…I don't have time for this."
He pulled out his hammer.
The first zombie lunged at him.
Max twisted his body—
Impact.
Its head exploded against the wall.
Another one.
And another.
Max threw the hammer. It spun through the air, striking and returning to his hand. Again and again. Carving a path forward. Without stopping.
Behind him was nothing but the sound of bones and flesh colliding. Screams.
