Aron's senses picked up the monstrosity that had killed one of the clones. It wasn't like any zombie he'd ever seen. The thing looked more like a humanoid beast.
Its face was smooth, lacking eyes, nose, and ears, just a wide, unsettling mouth that kept muttering something like a broken record. Its head was fixed directly to its torso, with no neck in between.
Each of its hands and feet had only three digits, their sharp ends looking like natural blades that Aron assumed were its nails.
Wherever its feet touched, the ground blackened and decayed.
"Well," Aron muttered under his breath. "That's new."
He was about to take another bite of his food, ready to watch the spectacle unfold, but before he could, he froze in disbelief.
Because contrary to his expectations, the clones, now down to sixteen, didn't engage the monstrosity. Instead, they turned tail and started running away.
(No freaking way.)
Aron stared blankly.
