~ Third Person's Point of View ~
The young woman was leaning back to the tree while covering her mouth, not to create unnecessary noise that would lead the undead to excavate her.
Shaotzie was still whimpering silently. She couldn't breathe in and out as she can't blink and miss anything.
However, even though she lurked at the big trunk of the tree, an undead could still smell the blood on her clothes. She was thinking about how the undead could be distracted to other things.
While glaring at the critter's direction, reaching for anything would be the best way she can do. Her hands were crawling into the wetland, hoping to find a rock that can create such noise and disturbance.
"Come... come on! Come closer to me, rocks!" She hissed.
Unexpectedly, the infected royal guard turned around and took the opposite direction. Away from the woods, away from the young princess.
