"Princess Felicia is now in control of my body, wielding it like a rabid, demon-fueled war machine, and I'm just a viewer—a mesmerized passenger trying her best to keep pace with the unhinged carnage exploding through my own damn eyes.
A massive zombie, three meters tall, attacks.
Felicia drops low, our knees scraping the filth-strewn ground, escaping the swing of its giant, grotesque arm by a hair's breadth.
The air howls past my face, rancid, carrying a stench of decay so thick it burns my lungs.
"Too fucking slow, you bloated sack!" Felicia snarls, and then—
WHAM!
A single gut punch! Our fist drives in, twists, and—
BOOM!
That's all it takes.
The monster launches into the air like a ragdoll, spinning once—twice—before—
SPLOOOSH!!!
Its bloated torso bursts like a festering piñata, spraying a geyser of black blood, pulpy entrails, and jagged bone shards across the ground.
The air grows thick with the reek of rot and the sickening splat of meat hitting earth.
