Chapter 107 Corrupted Nature

• Liam stood there shell-shocked; his eyes glued to the infected moose that was snorting foggy gray smoke from its flared nostrils.
• When he had ventured into the woods to hunt something, he was expecting to run into a pack of feral wolves or even an infected bear. But a zombified moose was the last thing he had on his mind.
• “This doesn’t make sense,” he mumbled to himself, keeping absolutely still so as not to provoke the creature. “You shouldn’t have turned like this. It’s impossible.”