Hobe's protective stance, his body interposed between Ray and the approaching zombies, spoke volumes of his dedication to keeping them safe.
Alina shook her head in awe, realizing that despite his outwardly unassuming appearance, Hobe was more than capable of holding his own against the undead.
His makeshift weapon, though simple, was an effective tool in his hands as he cleared a path through the relentless horde.
Hobe's determination was unwavering, his resolve unyielding as he fought alongside his sister.
His breath came in ragged gasps, his brow glistening with sweat, yet he pressed on without hesitation.
Alina's heart swelled with admiration for his bravery, his actions mirroring the very essence of a Slayer Knight .
"Remarkable," Alina murmured, her voice tinged with genuine awe.
In that chaotic and dire moment, Hobe had unknowingly displayed the potential to become a Slayer Knight, his actions embodying the very spirit of those who fought against the forces of darkness to protect humanity.
"No, I'm the one who will do it—" Alex suddenly interjected, his words rushed and raw, cutting across Alina's offer.
"No. Alex, listen to me!" Alina interjected firmly, her voice carrying a commanding tone. "Your task is only to oversee. Stay put where you are. I will go down to help your girl."
Yet, before she could even sprint towards the supply depot building, Alex had already removed his communication device and threw it down with frustration.
Alex wasn't listening; he was already rushing down to the supply depot building. How could he remain passive when he saw his beloved nearly succumbing to those putrid zombies?
Alina being the one to rescue Emily?
No way!
Alex couldn't believe it. Alina wouldn't hesitate to leave Emily if it was necessary. Just like in the case of Hobe and his sister Hari.
Alina was a calculated leader, a leader who understood priorities acutely.
Alina's voice, though commanding, carried a trace of concern for Alex's safety. She watched him go, her eyes reflecting her own tension and worry.
The situation had become more complicated with Alex's unexpected decision, but she knew she couldn't afford to be distracted now.
Mark, take over Alex's position. Head to the slightly elevated rooftop. Monitor the potential success of Emily and Alex's safety," Alina commanded, her voice carrying a mix of authority and concern.
Mark chuckled at Alina's words, a wry smile playing on his lips, but he quickly complied with her directive.
With a nod, he sprinted towards the designated location, his agile movements a reflection of his readiness to fulfill his role.
As Mark ascended to the elevated rooftop, he couldn't help but let his thoughts wander. He understood the weight of Alina's decision – her unwavering commitment to the mission's success was evident in her every action.
The safety of the team and the greater objective took precedence over personal emotions, a fact that Mark had come to respect and expect from their leader.
He glanced down at the ongoing battle below, his trained eyes analyzing the ebb and flow of the fight.
Alina, unwavering in her resolve, remained stationed to protect the survivors at the designated rendezvous point.
Her focus was singular – to ensure the overall success of the mission, even if it meant putting aside personal connections and emotions for the greater good.
Amidst the chaos, Mark's attention was drawn to a lanky young man who was juggling the dual responsibilities of aiding his injured companion while simultaneously engaging in the fight against the encroaching zombies.
The young man's determination was palpable, his brow furrowed in concentration as he maneuvered skillfully, his steps calculated and movements coordinated.
Mark observed as the young man's strides brought him progressively closer to Alina and her group of survivors.
The gap between them was diminishing, his relentless efforts fueled by a mix of urgency and desperation.
The surviving members of his group followed his lead, their own determination evident as they fought off the surrounding undead.
Alina's presence was a beacon of stability amidst the turmoil, her stern yet composed demeanor serving as a source of strength for the survivors.
As the young man drew nearer, his eyes locked onto Alina's figure. He was driven by a sense of hope, believing that safety lay within the protection of Alina and her group.
His steps quickened, his movements fueled by a mix of exhaustion and determination.
Mark couldn't help but chuckle to himself. The young man's naivety was all too familiar – a glimmer of hope in the midst of a nightmarish reality.
However, Mark also knew that such innocence could be a double-edged sword in their unforgiving world.
Survival required more than just determination; it demanded strategic thinking, adaptability, and a keen understanding of the dangers that lurked around every corner.
As the young man and his group neared Alina's position, Mark's laughter was tinged with a hint of cynicism.
Naivety, he thought, often led to a swift reality check in their post-apocalyptic existence.