This trip wasn't a total loss; at the very least, I managed to take out one of their top experts.
When the Living Dead subordinate was fleeing, he saw someone methodically purging his people. After casting a furtive glance around, he slinked away and hid under a car.
A pair of feet approached from a distance and stopped right beside the car. The subordinate’s breath hitched. He hooked his hands onto the car’s undercarriage to suspend his body, every muscle in his frame tensing into a knot. He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat.
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