Lil' Shroom guided the fake Bighead forward, the howling night wind whipping through the crumbling city, making eerie, wailing sounds like wolves crying or ghosts mourning.
After a few moments, from the pitch-black street ahead, a wave of murderous energy rolled toward them, mixed with savage, guttural growls.
"What the hell is that?" Lil' Shroom muttered, uneasy. She quickly stopped and focused her gaze. In the darkness of a narrow alley, pairs of eerie green eyes flickered to life.
"Awoooo... woof! Woof woof woof!"
It was a pack of zombie dogs. They growled low in their throats, their faces twisted and grotesque, their bodies covered in bloody gashes. They looked downright nasty, barking and snarling like they were ready to tear something apart.
"Damn, they're vicious," Lil' Shroom whispered under her breath. These zombie dogs were way stronger than your average low-tier zombies—definitely elite-level threats.
