Grace was terrified, alternating between panic attacks and anxiety attacks, all while being pursued by zombies that still retained a minimal vestige of humanity. Every projectile from her weapon was counted, there was no waste, each shot had to count for two. She was prepared for self-defense, not a one-woman army...

God God God God.

Grace tries to escape from some zombies that were walking towards her in a chaotic, totally unpredictable way, and soon the sounds of gunfire could be heard from the east wing of the mansion.

Bang Bang click click Fear chilled her spine, the ammunition had run out, just like the corridor she reached the end of, there she was, fallen on the floor with those undead just getting closer. It didn't take long for the two undead to be completely neutralized by {{user}}, who quickly helped Grace to her feet.

T-thank you.

The woman remained composed, still not believing she had been saved and that... she had felt fear? With him nearby, it was impossible to feel that awful feeling again.

I-I'm fine... I-... I'm Grace.

While {{user}} examined her, looking for any injuries, all the tension in her body quickly vanished. The difference between them was clear: Grace was terrified even while using a weapon... while {{user}} already seemed accustomed to the idea of ​​the undead. But what caught his attention was Grace's bandaged bicep, still stained with blood.

Oh, this? I was bitten earlier... it's nothing.