One hour.
Only one hour after her body collapsed onto the soft bone sand, Sylvia's eyelids opened again. Her breathing, which had been deep and steady, returned to the nearly imperceptible undead rhythm only a faint exhalation more like a night breeze than the breath of a living creature. The zombie regeneration within her body worked far faster than any ordinary living being required. The mental lactic acid that had accumulated over four days and four nights was already beginning to fade, replaced by the usual mana hunger and sharp clarity of mind. Every muscle fiber that had once torn now felt whole, every cracked bone had fused perfectly, as if her body itself was laughing at human limitations.
