The fight dragged on for what felt like hours, but it was actually less than an hour. By the time they pulled back, dozens of corpses littered the street, and their breathing had turned heavy.
Lu Zhen grabbed her wrist. "Enough for today, Baby. You'll wear yourself out." He felt sorry for her hard work.
Leng Pan hesitated, scanning the remaining horde. She still wanted to cut down more, but finally gave a small nod. "Fine." Actually, she was already happy with her activity that day.
They retreated to a nearby building to catch their breath. From the rooftop, they looked out at the city. The mist was slowly lifting, revealing just how desolate everything had become.
Leng Pan leaned on the railing, her gaze distant. "The world feels emptier every day. Supplies scarcer, zombies stronger… and the cold coming in faster than expected." She wondered if the world would ever go back to normal again.
