Whace was in an alert position, guarding himself against the undead in front and the skinless dog who kept growling.
He slowly reach for his handgun that was clipped at his waist, careful and silent but the dog suddenly barked. Taking a step closer while his body was lowered as if it'll plunge him anytime. Whace intensely stared at the dog, reading his movements so that he can counterattack.
They exchanged glares and warnings when the undead in front moved. She took a step forward that made Whace step back immediately, he was already in contact with his handgun and when he was about to pull it out he heard a voice, hoarse and almost in a whisper, "Wait."
Whace brows squinted, there was tension all over his body but he heard that voice in the silence of the hallway. He slowly lifted his
