Female Teacher

The zombified kids, still clad in their bloodied school uniforms, moved with unnerving agility, darting and leaping like feral monkeys.

Their small frames allowed them to maneuver quickly, making them much faster than the typical adult zombies Grey had encountered.

But for Grey, it was like watching a slow-motion reel.

Every movement, every attack, was telegraphed to him long before it landed.

Unfazed, he dodged their lunges with precise footwork, sidestepping bites and slashes as though it were a choreographed dance.

Banesword gleamed in his hand, cutting through the air with deadly efficiency.

Each swing was clean and deliberate, decapitating the undead children one after another.

One zombie came at him from the side, and Grey pivoted smoothly, slicing it cleanly in two with a single powerful stroke.

The two halves crumpled to the floor, lifeless.