Acceber moved with the caution and expertise of a seasoned chef in the kitchen, her movements fluid and deliberate as she prepared breakfast. The aroma of sizzling bacon and eggs filled the air, mingling with the faint scent of spices that she expertly sprinkled into the skillet. Despite the simplicity of the meal, there was a certain finesse in the way she cooked, proof of her skill and experience.
Meanwhile, Drake and Russel sat patiently at the dining table, their expectations noticeable as they awaited the meal. Acceber had insisted on handling the cooking herself, refusing any help from them out of concern for the noise it might generate. Beyond the safety of the villa's walls, the threat of zombies loomed, drawn to any sound like moths to a flame.
