Annabelle felt conflicted by this situation, and wasn't certain how she should respond to it. At first it appeared as if this might be another trap set by this strange wolf man, but something inside of her said otherwise. It was either trust him, or be devoured by the hordes of undead that were closing in on them by the second.

"Fine!" She said in frustrated defeat, allowing him to lead the way on point as she guarded the rear. Thankfully her psionic shield came in handy for its durability as she was able to protect herself from the grasping hands of the undead. Whenever one of the shambling corpses got too close, she would cut them down with extreme prejudice. Dying was not her intention this day, as the will to live burned brightly in her heart. 

After some hours of cutting through the city, both combatants were finally able to clear the city into the safety of the countryside. Rolling green hills greeted them as they arrived to a land of safety and quiet. The city it seems now belonged to the dead, their moans still audible even front. Looking back, the swordswoman felt saddened at the thought that such unholy creatures were inhabiting this city. Hopefully in time, efforts could made to cleanse it, so the living may be allowed to occupy it once more.

"Thank you" she said as she watched the city from afar, the wind blowing through her hair "I would have died in that city if not for you. Much of what I thought I knew appears to be wrong." It was possible her entire world view was wrong, and whatever she tried to reason that feeling away did not come to her. Annabelle would have to accept that maybe this strange wolf man wasn't a monster after all. She even reconsidered whether or not she should fight this person or not.

"So then...shall we finish what we started?