ZombieGenocider

So I readied the beast for the mechanical doomsday ride. She awoke to bondage in our strongest restraints. The sight of her own blood sent her into a frenzy, and my assistant fell in a dead faint to the floor. I looked on in pride and horror as her skin bristled, reducing the restraint bands to twisted scrap metal at her feet. She was on me in an instant, ripping my shirt, tearing at my throat and, oh God, crunching my bones like toothpicks. Sweet oblivion…