Wendy's dagger flashed as she slit the zombie's throat, its head dropping to the ground with a sickening thud. Amy's mouth fell open, eyes wide with shock. She stared at Wendy, barely able to find her voice.
"How…?" Amy stammered, utterly shaken by what she'd just seen.
A Few Minutes Earlier
Wendy had been watching the group battle the zombies, feeling the familiar tension tugging at her, that desire to help but always restrained by fear.
But this time, something was different.
She felt stronger, and more confident.
Curious, she checked her stats, and her heart raced as she saw the improvement.
Grey's blood hadn't just healed her—it had given her a serious power boost.
She glanced at Grey, who was watching her with a mix of intensity and curiosity.
His eyes, sharp and focused, glistened in the dim light.
