"The push on the left is withering!" Daria called out when she retreated from the frontline to take a minute of rest. She accepted a bottle of water offered by one of the school survivors, taking a long sip of the liquid.
"Do you want to switch sides?" Mathew asked, turning his head around only to wink at the girl and get right back to fighting.
It was still a time deep into the night, and yet, opposite to what common sense would dictate, everyone from the school was now working out in the street, right between the two waves of zombies pushing towards them.
"If you asked me this half an hour ago..." Daria replied, only to cut her sentence and shake her head. "I'm too tired to handle so many of them on my own, sorry," she said before lowering her head in what appeared to be a shame.
