It was the pain that dragged Lingyun awake before the rest of his body was ready to follow.
His skull felt as if someone had split it open and filled the space with broken glass, while his stomach rolled hard enough that he had to swallow back whatever was trying to climb into his throat. Every muscle in his body felt heavy, but the worst of it came from his shoulder, where a deep, pulsing ache spread down his arm and across his chest.
He slowly opened his eyes without moving.
The last thing he remembered was a zombie hitting him hard enough to drive him into the lumber. There had been teeth in his shoulder, fire tearing itself out of him without permission, and Chenghai shouting somewhere nearby before the entire store disappeared.
