I whip out Trivia in a flash, plunging the spacestone dagger into the neck of the first Undead that rushes for me. A very appalling squelch sounds as dark sticky blood spurts out the severed jugular. Bile rushes up my throat and I gag at the stench of stale meat. But there's no time to pause to calm down a throw up. The zombie is not quite dead yet. Twice dead now I guess. It's the possessed body of a fat butcher wielding his big cutting knife in his left hands. Thankfully, his stiff limbs have made his movements slow otherwise I wouldn't stand a chance with his putrid hulk.
Before he has a chance to rise from the one knee, I rip out my dagger from his neck, plunging it quick into his chest. I stable thrice. The rising mucus and green odor reeks of death. This is not like the videogames I'd played. Not at all. Not even VR can effect the smell of a pale-eyed, decomposing corpse in your hands.
I don't even know how my arms are moving at this point?