"Karen Jones had been bitten, and her life hung in the balance.
By now, everyone who could run from the room had.
William Cole's eyes narrowed, and with a quick leap forward, he landed a punch on Old Master Jones's chest.
"Clang——"
The feeling upon impact was akin to hitting iron.
A sense of alarm gripped him: "Damn, he's fully turned into a zombie."
"According to ancient texts, the flesh and blood of a zombie are as hard as steel. Common blades and spears cannot harm them."
William raised his hand, transforming his fist into a tiger's claw, lunging for Old Master Jones' throat.
"Crack!" A sharp noise sounded, and Old Master Jones' mouth slackened.
William swiftly looped an arm around Karen's waist, pulling her back towards him.
The woman in his arms trembled slightly, struggling briefly before resigning to his hold, and they retreated rapidly.
Karen's shoulder was in extreme pain, black blood gushing out: "How's my grandfather? Is there any hope for him?"