Dawn
Patrick uttered, still not settled.
There’s a grunt coming from the walkie-talkie. It was Gracea, seemingly reluctantly agreeing with Patrick’s words.
Not even a second later, several sharp ice shards appeared and traveled at the same speeds of a bullet, stabbing straight at the zombies’ heads. Some zombies tried to dodge, probably sensing their impending dooms, but because the ice shards were faster, they couldn’t escape their fate.
Patrick giggled, “Thanks, grumpy, much appreciated.”
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