Griffin's face was smeared with blood and gore. The headless corpse of the zombie dog collapsed limply off him. He stared wide-eyed, completely stunned.
A young man's face appeared in front of him.
"Brandon? You saved me?" Griffin asked in disbelief, finally recognizing the figure—it really was Brandon.
Was this some kind of hallucination before death?
But Brandon's brows slowly furrowed. The way Griffin was looking at him—soft, emotional eyes—paired with that trembling voice, gave him the creeps.
"Uh… can you not look at me like that?" Brandon said, backing up slightly.
…
Meanwhile, Mia had entered the battlefield. The Tachi in her hand crackled with blinding lightning. Her body blurred into a streak of electricity as she tore across the wreckage-strewn field. Wherever she passed, zombie heads flew into the air, and their bodies crumpled to the ground.
