You're still thinking about reviving human civilization after all this. Cute.
— Alicia
Hobe raised an eyebrow, his doubts further fueled by Alicia's nonchalant response. Jensen and Carlos had been right—Alicia was someone to be wary of.
"They've noticed our presence. Let's go," Alicia muttered, swiping the blade of her dagger, stained with a viscous black substance, across the tattered garments of a nearby zombie before turning on her heel and striding purposefully away.
As they hurried to leave the area, Hobe couldn't shake the feeling of unease that gnawed at him. The incident with Alicia had only heightened his sense of distrust, casting a shadow over their already perilous situation.
With each step they took, the weight of their fragile alliance bore down on him, a constant reminder of the delicate balance between survival and betrayal in their world overrun by the undead.