The zombies in Dead Island 2 don’t just die, they perform. They rupture and break, pinwheeling through the air with shattered bone fragments jutting at ugly angles from limbs. Jaws flap loosely, hanging lopsided on a last strip of skin, while eyeballs swing from sockets, rolling around rotting cheeks on a shred of nerve as they stare at the ground. Best of all they melt, with acid based weapons sloughing flesh and muscle from bone like an angry candle under a blowtorch. As their mass drips away they eventually lose the structure and power they need to walk, collapsing like a bundle of sticks when they try to take a step they no longer have the physical mass to complete.
