Sera didn't bother to slow down as she crossed the last stretch of forest. Her body moved easily through the darkness, her lungs continued to be steady as if she was taking nothing more than a pleasant stroll, and her boots were silent against the frozen dirt.
The trees parted just enough to reveal the cabin, its windows dim but not dark, a thin wisp of smoke curling from the chimney. The outside temperature didn't bother her, but she appreciated the clean air, the crispness that clung to her clothes and cleared out any scent of blood or fire.
She was almost impressed at how well she had managed to stay clean, giving the amount of carnage she had inflicted on the zombies. But she would still have to change when she got home. Her own blood might not be seen against the black fabric, but that didn't mean it wasn't there.
