Zhou Chenghai's fist connected with the zombie's skull and bone cracked under the impact.
The head snapped back hard, the neck bending at an angle that should have dropped it instantly.
The zombie stumbled backward two steps, its arms still reaching forward, its legs still pushing it toward him like he was the ultimate treat and it just needed a taste.
He hit it again, this time aiming for the temple, and the second strike landed clean with enough force to crush the side of its face inward. The zombie went down faster this time, but its hands were still clawing at the ground, still trying to pull itself forward even as its skull leaked dark fluid onto the dirt.
What he was doing was not enough.
He shifted left on instinct as another zombie lunged from the side, noticing that he didn't need to think before he moved.
His punch caught the thing square in the chest and its ribs shattered under his knuckles.
