Sparrow wanted to curse out loud, but the thought of maggots falling into his mouth kept his lips tightly sealed. Disgust twisted his expression as he struggled to push the zombie away, dodging its flailing arms that clawed desperately at him.
He barely managed to evade its attacks in such close quarters, his movements hindered by both revulsion and exhaustion. Gritting his teeth, he summoned the last of his strength and shoved hard, forcing the zombie back by two feet. Wasting no time, he lunged forward and drove his dagger straight into its skull.
The way he fought made him look like an inexperienced civilian with little muscle strength. After just a single kill, he was already gasping for breath, his chest rising and falling rapidly.
