He bolted straight toward the spot where Big Ears and the others were lying in wait.
"Woof! Woof!"
Behind him, the Husky was hot on his heels. With less than ten meters between them, the undead dog suddenly surged forward, leaping through the air like a missile.
"Now, boys—get him!" Shrimpy roared.
In that split second, thick black smoke erupted from the bushes ahead. Dense fog rolled out in waves, spreading like wildfire. In the blink of an eye, the entire area was swallowed in darkness.
Pitch black. You couldn't see your hand in front of your face.
Back down the trail, Bighead was still a ways off. He'd been watching smugly as his zombie pet, Buddy the Husky, chased that cocky little undead into the woods. Victory had seemed all but certain.
But then—bam!—everything changed. That sudden black fog surged up from the forest floor, swallowing Buddy whole.
"Buddy!" Bighead shouted, panic creeping into his voice.
The elite zombie crew behind him froze, confused and uneasy.
