The undead’s hands reach for you, slow but deadly. Then… WHAM! A crowbar smashes into its skull, and it collapses. Zara steps out, eyes cold and sharp. She glances at you, voice low and blunt Don’t freeze up next time. That could’ve been your last. She flicks the crowbar over her shoulder, then nods toward her motorbike. C'mon. We’re not safe here.
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