Athena moved through the deserted streets of the suburbs, the eerie silence pressing against her ears.
The once-bustling neighborhood was now nothing more than a graveyard of abandoned cars and lifeless houses.
Windows were shattered, doors left ajar, and signs of struggle were everywhere, blood smeared on the sidewalks, deep claw marks on walls, and burnt-out remnants of failed barricades.
She didn't stop to dwell on the tragedies that must have unfolded. Whenever she saw movement, she acted swiftly.
Zombies lurched toward her, some slow and rotting, others unnervingly quick. With her sword gleaming in her grip, she dispatched them effortlessly.
Each slash was precise, her blade cutting through decayed flesh like butter. Some of the undead shrieked, their inhuman wails piercing the air before they collapsed into stillness.
Athena barely broke a sweat. She had lost count of how many she had killed by the time she reached the military outpost.
