Apocalypse: King of Zombies

Mia lifted her head, her cold, clear eyes locking onto the creature in front of her. Her long brown hair whipped around in the night wind. ”So this is a Hellhound?” she said coolly. ”Other than being ugly as hell, you’re not that special.”

”You’ve got some nerve!” Hellhound’s savage eyes narrowed dangerously. Humans usually either screamed or ran for their lives the moment they saw him. But this woman? She wasn’t just unafraid—she was mocking him.

Fury roared to life inside him. He swore he’d make her regret ever crossing him—make her suffer a fate worse than death.

”Awooooo—!”

Hellhound threw his head back and howled, the sound splitting the night sky. Dark clouds churned overhead, swallowing the moon, plunging everything into pitch-black darkness.

From the nearby forest, a chorus of frenzied barking erupted, followed by the thunder of countless footsteps pounding the earth.