Apocalypse Island/Excerpt II

The man suddenly heard slow, lumbering footsteps approaching his vicinity. He laid down his pack and shouldered his crossbow. The man carefully scanned the jungle for any signs of the undead. He could smell a mixture of decaying flesh and feces in the air. He then spotted an undead male, no more than 18 years old, shuffling towards him. He had numerous bullet wounds scattered over his torso, and a shotgun wound revealed his insides. Blood stained his face and neck and tainted his already soiled clothing. The man carefully advanced for a better shot. The undead's eyes were sunken in and glazed over with a blue-moon hue. His lips snarled as he drew closer, revealing pieces of rotted meat stuck in his teeth. The man got within 20 feet of his target and steadied his crossbow, aiming directly at the forehead of the undead. He pulled the trigger, releasing the bolt and this tortured soul from his nightmare of gluttonous hunger.