They turn a corner, run down a street, Alisha's blade flailing here
and there, decapitating the creatures in their way. Ahead of them,
Raven can see the gateway of a park.
“Quick,” the girl shouts, “In there!”
The park is almost empty, only a handful of rotting people are there.
Some of them have dogs, which are also rotting, and one is pushing a
pram.
Alisha runs to the nearest tree and hacks a sturdy branch off.
Quickly trimming it of twigs and leaves, she hands it to Raven.
“I'm sure we'll find you something better,” she says, “But this
will do for now.”
“What am I supposed to do with this?” he asks.
Alisha giggles. “Bash their brains in.”
