Horrific Shorts: Zombie Edition

Our paths crossed by fate, and as we exchanged words, I found her to be not only intelligent and beautiful but also a master of her craft. She was the epitome of a fighter, skilled and graceful, with a presence that demanded respect.

Our conversation was abruptly interrupted by the guttural growls of approaching zombies. Without a moment’s hesitation, she sprang into action, fighting with a combination of hand-to-hand combat and precision archery. Her movements were fluid, almost dance-like, as she dispatched the undead with ease. I watched in awe, captivated by her prowess.

Amidst the chaos, I found myself drawn to her style of combat, yearning to learn from her. Once the last zombie fell, I approached her, humbly requesting her to share some of her fighting tips. She smiled, her eyes softening as she saw the earnestness in my plea.

As a friend, she imparted invaluable advice, teaching me the art of survival and combat. Her words were wise, and her techniques were practical, honed through years of experience. Grateful for her guidance, I felt a renewed sense of purpose.

With our brief encounter coming to an end, she bid me farewell, continuing on her path, ever the lone warrior. I, too, resumed my mission, now equipped with new skills and a strengthened resolve. Our paths diverged, but the memory of the zombie huntress, her strength, and her kindness, remained with me, a beacon of hope in a world overrun by darkness.