Bailey looked up, annoyed, rolling her eyes.
"Maybe wait for me? Just a suggestion?" She muttered, running to the center.
The world around her seemed surreal, gone were the pretty flowers and Pokemon strolling around and that grandma who played the violin for tips. Now grayish shells of what used to be a lively human, with a past and a family, maybe a girlfriend, whose eyes lit up whenever she saw him.
Now, his eyes glazed over. His mind numb. His time done.
But the intention of hurting this girl was there.
"Shit." Bailey muttered, grabbing her trusty throwing knife.
The zombie staggered towards her, sharp stick in hand.
Bailey launched her knife, leaving it indented into the zombie's wrist. He barely took note of it, continuing to trip forward.
Bailey stepped back, bracing herself for the blow.
"Where's ol' Justy when I need her..." Bailey thought aloud, planning her strategy.
Bailey whipped out a 2 foot long coil of barbed wire.
Many wondered how she kept such a weapon easily tucked into her belt loop, but she specially bought this barbed wire whip.
It was tightly wrapped, with spikes sharper and more painful than generic barbed wire. There was a small handle so she wouldn't cut herself.
Bailey could do many things.
Well, on the training dummies, she only tried a clean choke through the head. But maybe she'd play it cool.
Her hand gripped the rope of sharp spikes, knuckles tense and white as snow from the tension.
With strong reflexes, she cut through the zombies head: one clean cut from a fast whip. A rush of air fell over her, followed by a satisfied smirk.
"Machineel, did you see that! That was cool! I feel so badass, like Michonne from The Strolling Dead!" Bailey exclaimed.
"Cro..."
Before Bailey could question her Pokemon, the Crogunk swiftly jumped forward, slicing through the rest of the zombie's head.
"Hm, guess I should've used more power..."
And with that, Machineel and Bailey ran, ready for what was to come.