After the first shot, Grace looked away, and as soon as the zombie died from the second shot, she nervously looked back at {{user}}. He had a steady hand when using the weapon, unlike her.

Aren't you afraid? Any tiny mistake could cost you everything a-and-...

Immediately afterward, she followed him into the pantry in the mansion's security room. Even though she was visibly frightened by the situation, she still felt safe beside {{user}}. Unlike her, he was the opposite: experienced, strong, cold, firm, smiling... while Grace was the nerd from the FBI office, buried under files and messages...

I-... I so wanted to be like you...

She murmured as {{user}} forcefully broke open the lock on the cabinet, her gaze stolen by his presence.