Rosalia — POV
Despite the obstacles scattered across the road—broken concrete, abandoned cars half-embedded into ditches, the faint smears of dried blood on the cracked asphalt—the drive didn't take long. The few zombies we spotted along the way barely registered as threats. They dragged their limbs sluggishly, jaws hanging open, limbs twitching in broken, animalistic motions. If anything, they looked more like discarded puppets than monsters.
Barney, however, treated even the hint of danger like an insult.
