Marianne frowned as each of her “friends” were cut down one by one. She didn’t complain though, as if the natural action of slaughtering the zombies was a norm for her. Considering how they were…well, undead, that probably was the case. Still, it was curious on why all of the rotting creatures had avoided her specifically, steering past her as if she was some kind of plague.

What was even stranger were the zombies themselves. As most of them were felled by blade and fire, each of them sported a grimy grin. It was as if the act of their destruction amused the mindless creatures to some abnormal degree. Frowning, Marianne skipped along until she stood next to Rose. Reaching out, she gently tugged on the taller girl’s sleeve.

“Ah, miss? Um, shouldn’t we be leaving now too?”