She didn't react to his joke, so he dropped it and kept moving.
He let her go first, wanting to save his transformation for later.
Unlike her, even a partial shift took a toll on his body.
He gave a quick warning.
"Don't eat the zombies. And don't let them bite you. I know it's tempting, but trust me, you don't want to become a zombie-tiger hybrid. "
Lyra didn't even crack a smile.
They scavenged for some makeshift weapons, settling on rusty metal poles that looked like they'd been put through a spin cycle.
Not ideal, but better than using their bare hands – unless she has a way to shoot her claw like a gun.
Speaking of, he had one too, but it would make too much noise, so he decided to just strap it to his shoulder for now.
CREAK!
The moment they stepped outside the basement, a pack of zombies in tattered hospital robes stumbled towards them.
