She needed to find a way around that strange weapon, one where she did not die once it was activated. Perhaps she could try to use her speed to defeat him, but it would take time to shift her Mantels of Awakening, and all it took was one hit to end her. All the while the rank stench of death was getting closer, which only meant one thing...

[b]Whack![/b]

A body hit the ground next to her, someone had fallen from the building next to her. It was an easy four story height, enough to kill someone or put them into a coma, but then the body started twitching. At that moment, Annabelle knew it wasn't a normal person who just fell, it was an undead. The rotting corpse moaned softly as it picked itself up, turning its heard towards the warrior with a soulless hunger in its eyes.

[b]Whack! Whack![/b]

Two more bodies, forcing Annabelle to look upwards to discover a horde of zombies were on the roof of the building, and they were simply falling off of it in order to get to them. To her left was another horde, and behind her yet another, it looked as if the entire populous of the city was coming after them. Slow, shambling monsters were making their way, and Annabelle was left without many options. 

"There's so many of them..." she said, her sword striking out quickly to dispatch the first few zombies coming for her from the building. Looking to Frost, she felt uncertain about whether or not to trust him, but now things had changed and she refused to die in this place. "I am willing to accept the chance you aren't the monster I thought you were..."