The road back home was filled with broken corpses, black blood and broken debris, Alexanders steps were slow, avoiding any contact or bumps that might affect Samantha's body. Her limp arm hung low, slowly rotting into a dark, slimy limb, barrage after barrage of blood lances shot from his back, like a warship shooting missile salvo's into an enemy fleet.
'Not enough... there's no link!'
With his eyes bloodshot, he closed them trying to feel the sensations around him, the arrows flowing across his back, killing the zombies close and far, the white stream filling his body, replenishing his lost willpower. Alexander's usage was anything but logical, sending his entire pool to obliterate groups of the zombies, but now the street that seemed deadly to pass was empty, filled with silence.
'What can I do?' He thought to himself.
