-_-_-_-Grey's Perspective-_-_-_-_
"Quinn,"
"Yes, Master?" I called out for her attention. She was closing her eyes despite standing outside without looking at the fantastic view of the night.
"You need to gaze upon the stars," I said, urging her to look around and observe the once in a lifetime scenery. However, the groans in the distance kept closing towards our direction, like a magnetic wave that attracts undead individuals.
In the blink of an eye, Quinn rushes forth to the group and slays them in half. The blade that I lent was the only weapon that she could use, aside from manually kicking and punching these creatures straight in the face.
After clearing the wave of zombies from all different sides, Quinn returns to me and offers me the knife covered in grime blood.
"Please clean it," I asked and rejected the melee weapon gripped on her hand.