The Butcher lunged toward me again, his oversized hand tearing through another one of my vines before it could fully wrap around his arm.
The second the vine snapped apart, the baby vine around my shoulders let out a furious screech sharp enough that even the nearby zombies recoiled slightly. My baby sounded like it was in pain, too.
And just like that, I realized that I was actually pissed.
The excitement disappeared from my chest so quickly it almost felt cold.
No more curiosity.
No more watching.
No more wondering what the thing could do.
The Butcher had touched what was mine numerous times, so now he was going to die. The only thing I had left to think about was if it was going to die fast or slow.
The ground beneath the highway shifted so quietly that it felt like nothing was really happening. There was no grand gesture to reveal my plan, there was nothing in the air that would hint of what was to come next.
