Faye Yardley had no idea how long she'd been killing or how many she'd slain. Her current state was far from normal, yet she felt no discomfort. The word "kill" was practically taking physical form in her mind.
The longer she fought, the more she felt that her current environment was too restrictive.
By the time the system notified her that the third round of the zombie-killing quest was complete, the sky within the dungeon had already begun to darken.
The zombies seemed endless, coming in a ceaseless tide.
Caleb Colby's sword-wielding hand was trembling. When it was his turn to rest, he couldn't help but complain, "What kind of stimulant did Yardley take? How come it feels like she's just getting better and better? Does she seriously not need a break?"
The others didn't have the spare energy to answer him.
Aside from Faye Yardley, everyone else had already rotated through eating and drinking, not to mention using Bandages and Hemostatic Pills.
