Faira pulled from her shadow as Rosaline shouted to her and tossed her a sword.

“T-thanks!” she shouted back. Gratefully gripping the hilt of the sword, it took her a couple wiggles to pull it from the floor.

She paused for only a moment as Rosaline ordered her to take Ann and run, not wanting to abandon the others but still desiring to get to safety. Realizing she would be more of a hindrance than a help against the zombie hoard, she brandished the sword awkwardly in front of her, its weight strange in her hand yet granting some sense of security knowing she had something physical to defend herself with. Tightened her hold on Ann, she raced forward.

Faira shouted and jumped away, careful of Ann, as a couple zombies ran at her and the child. She slashed ungracefully at the undead monsters, aiming high in hope of getting their head. Her surprise at the searing effect of the blade was short lived as the vile stench of burning rotting flesh made her stomach churn.

Pulling Ann close, she melded into her all too familiar shadow form with the girl. The dark spot zipped across the floor down the hall and away from the zombie attack.

She felt a quiver through the shadow form, the extra traveler exhausting the ability quicker than usual. As they reached what she hoped would be a safe distance away, the two reformed close to the wall, Faira holding her borrowed sword at the ready.

Faira leaned heavily against the wall with an exasperated groan, hoping the others were okay and would rejoin them soon.

“This is probably a dumb question,” she whispered after a moment, glancing down at Ann, “but you doing okay?” The stench of the wounded zombies lingered in her nose, threatening to make her vomit.