"Let's go!"
It's such a simple order. It lacks any finesse, depth, any real meaning behind it. It's nothing more but a call for an action to start, an action that was already introduced and explained.
A trigger-order.
And yet, for Mathew, saying those two simple words felt insane.
'Now I can cast aside all the worries and just focus on the simplest task in one's life,' he thought, rushing forward.
His fingers tightly gripped the handle of his saber. His eyes moved between different potential targets so that he wouldn't be surp[rised by any zombie while fighting .
And just like that, Mathew crashed right into the crowd of zombies.
Mathew started his attack with a horizontal swing. This kind of warm welcome made three zombies bow their heads to him, only for said heads to roll to the floor right as Mathew moved over to another enemy.
