After delivering her final strike, Kisha staggered on her feet, weakened by the significant blood loss from her throat and numerous other wounds. Her face was pale, but she sighed in relief, relieved that the confrontation was over. She wasn't sure how long the standoff had lasted—whether it had been longer or shorter than she had felt.
When she heard the crackle in the air, it felt as though time had slowed down. Just before the lightning struck, she managed to take a step back. Kisha couldn't bring herself to be angry at Duke; his intervention had made dealing with the zombie much easier, and her struggle had become significantly less daunting.
