The streets were quieter now, but not in a way that brought comfort.
It was the kind of silence that spoke of the absence of people who had either fled long ago or never made it out at all, which meant they were dead.
Clyde and Mina moved side by side, their weapons still stained from earlier.
The air was heavy with the stench of rot and the faint animal musk of the mutated humans that roamed the city.
Every few steps, something lunged from the shadows. This time who appeared was the weird figures with gray flesh and jagged claws, its movements jerky and unnatural.
Clyde handled them with brutal efficiency, his spear flashing through skulls and torsos with ease.
Mina was as quick and precise, her new dagger leaving long deep gashes that bled profusely before she finished them off. She now fighting using two daggers.
Each kill brought a faint flicker of light before Mina's eyes.
[EXP Gained.]
[Level Up!]
