Mia let out a guttural roar and pushed herself up from the ground.
Her sudden movement startled everyone around her—they instinctively took a few steps back.
"She's awake!"
"Mia, are you okay?"
"..."
The group rushed to check on her, concern written all over their faces.
But Mia's eyes were wild, feral. She stared them down with a predator's glare, low growls rumbling from her throat like a starving beast craving fresh flesh and blood.
"Wait..."
Everyone froze, their expressions shifting from relief to shock. Then it hit them—she didn't remember.
She'd lost her memory...
It wasn't unexpected. Turning into a zombie meant losing your past. Even though Mia had absorbed Ethan's Zombie King blood, her body had been too far gone before that. Her mind hadn't recovered—she was just another mindless zombie now.
Everything she once was had been wiped clean. All that remained was the instinct to hunt and kill.
And now, she was about to attack.
