Rouxi's smile disappeared before the next tremor finished rolling beneath their feet.
She pushed herself out of the chair, handed the iced tea to the baby vine that had already lifted itself from the grass like it had been waiting for exactly that job, and slipped her phone into her jacket pocket. The branches and grass behind her loosened at once, the lounge chair collapsing back into something that looked almost natural.
The key word there being 'almost'.
Zhenlan had just enough time to wonder what she planned to do about the remaining zombies before Rouxi flicked her wrist.
Every head buried along the road exploded.
Bone, rotten flesh, and thick black fluid burst outward all at once. The sound rolled through the street like hundreds of wet firecrackers, and Zhenlan threw one arm across his face just one second too late.
Something warm struck his cheek.
