Lily's hand felt heavy, her weapon—a light whip—was beginning to feel harder to wield. Sweat slid down her pale face like moisture on leaves, and every time she struck out her whip, it fatally damaged a zombie's head, yet not enough to actually incapacitate them. It was an impractical weapon that wouldn't be that useful until she could wield it along mana, but the zombies wouldn't wait for that. Seemingly endless, they surrounded her, and she could barely see the world around her as she struggled to hold them back.
"Ah!" she panted, delivering another whip to the ones in front of her, taking the chance to take steps back.
What she didn't realize was that she was now backed against a wall, with not much space to manoeuvre or shift around. Clenching her teeth, she raised the whip again, but it didn't do as much damage because the zombies had continued moving and were now just a few feet away from her.
