Through the golden eyes of an unknown girl, she watched the billows of blazing fire rise across the city. Creatures roamed the streets—twisted, undead things.
Zombies and mutant creatures.
But not just any zombies—these ones knew how to fight. And how to defend.
People were running, screaming, fighting back—but most of them were struggling. Chaos reigned.
At that moment, she knew she had to act.
With a burst of speed, she dove into the crowd, slicing through the creatures like they were nothing but overgrown weeds.
One by one, they fell—until a massive hand came crashing down from above.
She dodged just in time.
"Big fella. And a mutant, at that," she muttered with a smirk.
The mutant roared and charged. She didn't back down. She rushed forward as well, and they collided with explosive force.
"This is getting interesting… and ridiculous," she grinned, exchanging blows with the towering beast.
They clashed over and over—brute strength against relentless speed—until she finally saw it: an opening near the mutant's chest.
There was no hesitation.
"Now!" she shouted, and with a final surge, she flew straight toward the weak spot—her body piercing through it like a blade.
A gaping hole ripped open in the mutant's chest. It collapsed to the ground with a thunderous thud.
"They're getting stronger," she muttered, approaching the fallen creature.
Up close, it was even more horrifying.
"These things look way worse when you actually get a good look at them," she said, inspecting the grotesque form.