-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_Fleur's Perspective-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_
"You can count on me," I replied to Venice, who was carrying Grey on her back while flashing her a smile.
She began to storm off towards the safest trail and left me behind. It was all part of our plan, as I face the monster head-on with my fist, gun, and knife on my hands.
"You've messed with the wrong girl," I uttered while immediately sprint forward towards first wave of zombies obstructing my path.
Despite my continuous slash at the zombie's bodies, their numbers have yet to decrease in plain sight and continued to draw more aggressive from my appearance for their next prey.
