Deep guttural groans echoed from a reality breach nearby, as the first beast crossed the boundary and stepped into their world.
Leading with rotting, grasping hands, the first wretched monster stepping through the gate was a familiar one, bringing with it a similarly familiar, utterly putrid stench. It was the first creature that Seth had ever faced. The decrepit zombie let out another groan as it shuffled through the gate, grasping at the air with its moss covered, flesh dripping fingers.
Strange... He almost felt nostalgic, thinking back to the scared and panicked IT guy he had once been. Locked in a storage closet with a rotting corpse come to life. To think, how he had struggled with it so much back then, how a simple bite could have ended his adventure right there and then.
