XXXIII
With all your strength, you swing the
stick into the raised arm. To your
surprise, the cadaver’s arm breaks off and gets flung into the fire to your
left.
The zombie lets out a blood-curdling
screech before crumbling into a pile of ash.
You watch in awe at what you’ve done.
Just then, your own arm rips off and
flies into the fireplace. Overwhelming
pain fills your shoulder. Before you crumble
into a pool of ash, you suddenly realize that the dead body’s face had looked
very much like your own.