"Hold back! I don't think it's s true zombie," Wesker orders, his voice rising in a firm tone of command.
The thing still tries to shamble at them, turning its course toward Credence. In one quick movement like a cat striking its prey, Wesker grabs at the back of the thing's head, peeling....
A rubber mask away from the head of a townsperson who stares about them, perplexed and annoyed.
((Ugh, somehow I misplaced this one; I am so sorry >.< ))
The thing still tries to shamble at them, turning its course toward Credence. In one quick movement like a cat striking its prey, Wesker grabs at the back of the thing's head, peeling....
A rubber mask away from the head of a townsperson who stares about them, perplexed and annoyed.