"Ghh... Ghh..." Short, guttural sounds escaped the attacker's mouth before its body gradually went limp, slumping to the ground like a pile of sludge.
Tattered clothes, a body with bulging black veins, and a brain leaking nothing but a black substance.
It was a zombie.
Its teeth were as sharp as hooks. It had transformed into a completely inhuman creature.
The instant she pierced its brain, Sophie held her breath. She quickly backed away, snatched a piece of clothing from a nearby rack, and dashed toward the restroom.
Holding the large tailor's scissors at the ready, she saw the restroom was empty. She quickly opened the toilet tank, found the water inside, and tossed the clothing in to soak it.
She then pulled the cloth out, cut it with the scissors, fashioned it into a makeshift mask, and tied it around her mouth and nose.
It was the most rudimentary of gas masks.
