Paige Summers had jumped straight off Sweetie's back as it dove.
Using the momentum, she swung her blade diagonally, cleaving a Zombie attacking Claire Chapman in two.
Even so, the Zombie refused to die.
Its remaining arm propped up its torso as it writhed, letting out a guttural gurgle as it tried to approach.
Paige Summers sent a flying kick that burst its head open.
She had landed, but Sweetie, having received her orders mid-flight, didn't stop. It flew directly toward the two other routes on the far side.
Earlier, when Paige Summers had heard the sounds of fighting from afar, she had a feeling the situation was unusually dire.
'The two teams might not be able to hold them off.'
'So it's best to gather everyone here.'
Now, seeing the state of Claire Chapman's team, she couldn't help but suck in a sharp breath.
Team members had already suffered casualties, and the numbers weren't small.
Only about two-thirds were still able to fight—around forty people.
