The dim light of a flickering lantern cast dancing shadows across the worn walls of the shelter as Selena and Rico stood guard, their weapons ready.
Outside, the night still held its eerie silence, broken only by distant moans and the occasional shuffling of undead feet. The two guards were vigilant alongside Rico and Selena, their senses keenly attuned to any sign of danger.
With her healing skills active, Kira knelt beside the three young women they had rescued. The girls, looking visibly shaken, huddled together for comfort. Kira's gentle hands moved over their bodies, carefully checking for injuries and offering soothing words of reassurance.
She noticed the bodies of the two older girls were filled with old scars, while the youngest didn't seem to have them on her.
As much as Kira wanted to know more about their old wounds, she knew better than to bluntly ask them about it.
