Zorvax and Ophelia stepped out into the dimly lit streets, their new bionic bodies casting eerie shadows against the crumbling walls. They moved silently, their eyes sharp, scanning for any hint of their prey—a level 3 zombie.
The night air hung heavy, filled with a sense of impending action. Distant moans and the occasional crash of something in the darkness echoed through the deserted buildings, adding to the tense atmosphere.
Zorvax's voice, calm yet filled with a hint of excitement, broke the silence. "Where are you, level 3 zombie?" he murmured, more to himself than to Ophelia. His eyes glinted with a mix of determination and anticipation.
Ophelia, trailing a few steps behind Zorvax, moved with grace. Her innocent eyes belied the power she possessed, a stark contrast to her adult womanly figure. She watched Zorvax with a mixture of admiration and alertness.
