Clementine:
I fought off as many fleshmingos as I could, cutting through the chaos while trying to save my mates, who had suddenly stopped fighting.
They looked around blankly, lost.
They were defending themselves, thankfully, but not killing any of the creatures.
They'd dodge, step aside, and freeze again.
I had no choice but to charge forward, slicing down every Fleshmingo that lunged their way.
When I saw a cluster of them heading toward my squadmates' room, something inside me snapped.
I didn't care if I died, I would protect them.
I sprinted to the door, slammed it shut, and stood in front of it, blocking the way.
One Fleshmingo's neck met my blade, another I stabbed straight through the eye just as it leapt for me.
"Guys, wake up!" I shouted, pounding on the door.
More of the creatures poured in, clawing and shrieking.
My only option left was to move my mates.
I shoved Troy, Haiden, and Yorick toward the room, cutting down the monsters that got too close.
