"What... what is this... what are you... NO! NO, GET OFF! GET..."
Wei Ping was seized too. Hands like cold stone gripped her wrists, and she found herself staring up at the dead face of the patrol's captain, a man whose missing poster she had seen at the river fort. His red eyes glowed down at her. His enormous gray cock probed between her thighs.
"Zhao..." she whispered, and then he pulled her down onto the moss.
Elsewhere in the clearing, a sound behind Liu Yan made her twist, and she screamed a name she had no right to scream.
Senior Brother Zhao stood up.
He had been dead thirty seconds. His neck hung at the wrong angle and then corrected itself with a grinding of bone. His dead eyes kindled red. His drained, husked body had found a new source of power in the forest that had emptied him, and the first thing the undead thing that had been her brother did with its borrowed strength was seize Liu Yan by the hips and drag her up onto all fours.
