On the ground, Eastiel had stopped dry heaving.
It had taken considerable effort. The stench was still unbearable, burning the back of his throat, but right now, even vomiting was a luxury he couldn't afford.
There were still zombies and monsters. There was still a pregnant girlfriend floating in the sky having what looked like a very intense conversation with his brother.
His lion ears swiveled forward and his tail lashed. He moved.
A zombie lunged at the screaming man, and Eastiel was there before the creature could close the distance, his claws raking across its throat in a single clean strike.
The zombie crumpled—"WAAAAAAAAAA—"The screaming man kept screaming, but Eastiel didn't know it was because he noticed or because… well, he just screamed in general.
"Hey!" Eastiel shouted over the chaos. "Are you two hurt?!"
"EMOTIONALLY!" the man wailed.
"PERMANENTLY!" the woman added.
Eastiel decided that was good enough.
