Reanimated dead fling themselves in a frenzy, but the eight-foot brute rends them dead again… Limb from literal limb.
The creature’s dun-white eyes sees Herbert West’s creeping panic. “Your work is a poor imitation of my creator’s, Doctor. As are you.”
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