Josie's pupils shrank, and at the last possible moment, she transformed into an unremarkable stone.
The cold touch of the ground calmed her slightly, but she could still feel her heart pounding in her chest.
She lay still, and soon, she saw an unusual zombie striding toward the open area under the glass enclosure.
Its gait was exceptionally steady, and beneath its rotting flesh, the smooth lines of its muscles were faintly visible.
Even more chilling, its face, covered in lividity, was capable of subtle changes in expression—it was sniffing, thinking.
'It can think…'
The realization made Josie's breath catch in her throat.
Then she watched as the evolved zombie headed for the stairs.
'It can climb stairs. It really is an evolved zombie!'
Josie quickly scanned her surroundings. Many other zombies were wandering the second-floor hallway as well.
'Screw it, I'll take the risk!'
