Twenty-five

"Why did you do that?" Jannah's eyebrows are furrowed and looking at Jeriel with narrowed eyes, confusion and disbelief can be seen in her face.

"He's infected." Jeriel lowered her head as she approach the dead man, "You told me that we should aim for their head to kill them, he's infected and will turn into a zombie, right? He lied to your face, how can you let him live after that?"

The tone of her voice is condescending, chilling and demanding. The sudden twist in her personality made Jannah doubt her familiarity towards her sister.

Jeriel pulled her sword out of the man's head and slashed the air in a vertical motion with a great amount of strength, making the blood in her sword's blade splash on the ground.

Her blade shone under the sun light of the setting sun, making the sword look pleasing— a complete contrast of what it is used for.