I didn't aim for the monster's heart, though I suppose it didn't have one.
My spear plunged into the zombie's neck once again, the same spot from before. My right thigh screamed as it cramped and nearly gave out on my mid-lunge. The pain became sharp enough to make me groan. But I focused, locking my shoulder and the spear in place before twisting my hips and growled back.
The spear pierced through the horror's throat completely, a clean penetration.
It tore through the weakened flesh, splitting it apart like grilled meat as I felt the cartilage tearing. My body sank, the blade hitting something hard momentarily before the spear plunged even deeper, after a snap echoed.
"Die!"
The brute released a sound that I'll never be able to forget, something between a boiling kettle and a squealing pig. Its arms flailed in frenzy, missing my face by inches. One claw almost scraped my ribs, but the muscles tore apart and lost their strength.
'What... it's not dead?'
