1060 Murderstroking? - We got it.

I could already see from the corner of my eye Ruben and Brian several feet behind me, pulling the decapitated bodies to the sidewalk, but this fucking deadhead running on all fours took advantage of it to try to catch me off guard. But to its surprise, my boot had already made contact with its head the moment it tried to use its arms and legs to spring up from its lowered position, and it just had the craziest reverse whiplash it ever experienced.

The force it used to propel itself toward me was enough to topple a grown man but even bullets traveling in high velocity could deviate and miss its target just by making brief contact with a leaf or a branch.

Breaking its neck didn't kill it outright but it made sinking the tip of my blade right in its eye socket way~ easier.