I look well and I see it hasn't been able to break down the bathroom door. Well, that's no feat for a single zombie.
Anyway, I don't need to kill it. It's not like it's a threat to me. But if it gets to the… if Pretty Boy and Yara get turned—well. That's just annoying.
"System," I say under my breath. "Rusted dagger. Now."
[Equipping: Rusted Dagger.]
There's a brief shimmer in the air, and suddenly, I'm holding a blade that looks like it's seen worse days than me. The metal is dull, and chipped in places, but it's still sharp enough to get the job done.
I move fast.
The zombie barely has time to react—not that it would, before I drive the dagger straight into its skull. There's a crunch of bone and a wet squelch as the blade slides through soft tissue. The thing twitches, its fingers spasming before it slumps forward, lifeless.
The impact shakes the walls slightly. Enough to…
"WHAT WAS THAT?" Yara's voice was muffled behind the bathroom door.
