C475 Church

Whisk, whisk, whisk.

Stones traced elegant arcs through the air, striking the wandering zombies on the street squarely in their left eye sockets, creating gaping, bloody holes before they collapsed, never to rise again.

Chu Yun strolled along the road in the aftermath of the chaos. Ahead of him, a car had crashed into a streetlight. An office worker in a suit was leaning out