Chapter 10 Fight

• Maverick was taken aback. He had encountered reanimated corpses before, but never had he seen one rise so quickly. In his old world, the undead required time as their dead bodies lays for months in lingering Yin energy environment or the result of a demonic ritual requiring the barter of a soul. Both processes took weeks, if not months. Yet here stood Tom or Tommy, whatever his name was barely two minutes since death had claimed him, already upright and unnervingly animated.
• The snap of Tom’s head jerked clumsily in Maverick’s direction, his murky white eyes locking onto him with intensity a undead wasn't supposed to have. What was more alarming was the hatred emanating from him. It wasn’t the mindless rage of a zombie but something more... personal. The grudge Tom bore from his life had intensified, surging into killing intent.
• Maverick’s lips twitched into a faint smirk seeing this. "This world is full of surprises," he muttered, his voice low and unruffled.