Timothy could not avoid the blade in time as he was still recovering from his previous move. It sliced through his right thigh, instantly revealing his bone as blood sprayed outward.

"Damn it! He doesn't feel pain, does he?" Then it hit him–of course Solomon felt nothing. He was Dexter's zombie creation now.

Catching movement out of the corner of his eyes, Timothy fought through the pain. He made a feint before charging straight at Dexter, who stood watching from his perch on the boulder. Despite Timothy's rapid approach, Dexter's face showed only amusement and no fear.

"You think you're worthy to face me?" Dexter sneered.

Just as Timothy expected, Solomon moved with frightening speed to block his path.

As minutes ticked by, wounds appeared across Solomon's body as exhaustion creeped into his features. Though Timothy's elite guards tried to assist, Dexter's four zombies, who were equally immune to pain and injury, kept them thoroughly occupied.

"Mr. Hunter, Solomon could ac