Zorvax, with only half of his body remaining, lay on the ground, his breathing steady despite his condition. Ophelia lay beside him, equally spent. Their exhaustion was not physical; it was mental fatigue from the intense battle they had just endured.
Zorvax turned his head slightly towards Ophelia. "I guess it's time to use some of those zombie points," he said, his voice weak but tinged with a hint of humour. His face, though half-gone, still managed to convey a sense of resilience.
Ophelia, lying there, managed a tired smile. "Good thing you've been saving them up," she replied, her tone light despite the gravity of their situation.
Zorvax reached into his pocket and pulled out a small vial - a regeneration potion he had bought from the shop for 2000 zombie points. His movements were slow but purposeful. He looked at the potion with curiosity and hope in his eyes. "Never thought I'd need to use one of these," he remarked, a wry smile on his lips.