Chapter XLV
The sky is already dark, and the moon is no where. The thunders grumbles from the bottom and the lightning from the clouds are coming in. The rain is on to them, the wind tells them. It's freezing cold and the chills they've got, feeling the way the hairs on their body saluting.
All of them three have their bodies covered in blood from the infecteds that they have killed all the way to the right direction. They found no least sign of survivors, just those who attacks them with their teeth.
As the night approaches, it gets harder to fight back. It gets harder to see what's around them. It's a good thing that the sky is giving them glimpses of the surrounding, because if not, they'd be dead already.
Clarissa's knife has the undead's blood dripping from the very tip of it. The
