Chapter 67: Lot of Zombie Points

Zorvax and Ophelia made their way through the desolation, their figures ghosting through the remnants of civilization. The once-bustling city was now nothing but a graveyard of concrete and steel, serving as a stark reminder of the world that used to be.

As they found a moment of respite, Zorvax couldn't help but allow a smug grin to take over his features. "We did well," he declared, his voice echoing softly amidst the rubble. The satisfaction in his tone was unmistakable, a sharp contrast to the somber scene around them.

Ophelia, standing with the grace of a warrior, allowed herself a momentary smirk in response. Her sniper rifle, which had been her lethal companion through the night's work, seamlessly integrated back into her arm, the biotech fusion barely noticeable.