Even my messed up life hadn’t prepared me for the reanimated hound. It might be a slavering zombie, but in my head it was a dog, so I was reluctant to “kill” it.
such reservations, the beast lunged. My shriek was unbecoming an
experienced hunter. Luckily, its lack of coordination caused it to slide
past me, coming apart and bumping down the stairs, howling.
I leapt over the copulating corpses and slammed my shoulder into an already splintered door.
The drab room was absolutely ordinary, save for the nearly complete gestation of a beautiful woman.
Her eyes hadn’t changed.