-_-_-_-_-_Quinn's Perspective-_-_-_--_
It was one problem after the other, as I found myself stuck between wanting to run or fight for our survival against this horde of zombies.
The beast that hurt my Master has finally shown itself from its slumber, wreaking havoc to what it first see. It could not even distinguish who its allies were, as the beast tramples everything in front of its eyes.
The claws from its limbs were sharp and deadly, accompanied by its menacing eyes staring at us with glee. Moreover, the white and glimmering fur surrounding its body acts like an armour that could effortlessly deflect any form of attacks.
Grey has yet to rouse up from his sleep, which made it more difficult for me to protect his immobile body.
I desperately ran away as far as humanly could from the chasing undead. But there was no other place to go as I noticed the big chunk of ice blocking my way, and thus ending my trail.
