Me and my werewolf girlfriend.

Desperation

Irma's heart beat like a drum as she listened to the werewolf zombies outside getting closer to her. She took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down. Her eyes closed tightly as she concentrated, countless transparent mental tentacles emanated outward from Irma's head. Although there were many psychic tentacles, Irma's current ability could only control one tentacle that had established a connection with the zombie.

Irma tries to use her psychic tentacles to sense the werewolf zombies running outside the door. She didn't know if her ability could control these powerful monsters. After all, she hadn't tried it herself and didn't dare to try to control the werewolf zombies. At the sight of a werewolf zombie, a fool wouldn't be the first one to run.

Irma's psychic tentacles twisted in the air as she held her breath and concentrated. The first zombie's strong body was like a moving mountain, its gaze was like a torch, bright red remnants of flesh hung from the corners of its torn mouth, and its solid body was full of furrow-like wounds, as well as sticks, knives, forks, and steel bars. It was deeply inserted into its body, it seemed that this zombie had killed quite a number of survivors, and had experienced brutal battles.

Irma tried several times to use her psychic tentacles to reach into the spiritual light mass in the zombie's head, but it was as if she encountered an invisible glass wall, no matter how hard she tried, those tentacles could only form a wrap around the periphery of the light mass, unable to cross the barrier, and there was no way for Irma to establish a connection with the zombie.

Irma was sweating profusely at the moment, and had no choice but to try another zombie. The second zombie is slightly stagnant, not as strong as the first zombie, but also full of wounds. Her arm is not completely broken as it runs around. Irma gritted her teeth, controlled turned psychic tentacles turn to fly towards it. The result was still the same desperate end: the transparent barrier still blocked her tentacles.

Irma was desperate, as if her heart had been hit by an invisible hammer, every beat was accompanied by deep pain. Irma felt unprecedented loneliness, as if the whole world was cut off from her, and even time was frozen at that moment. Her breathing became rapid, each inhalation was like a race against death, each exhalation like giving up her last hope.

The crash of the gate broke her thoughts, the sound was like thunder falling from the sky, waking her up from the abyss of despair. Her heart pounded as if it was about to pop out of her chest. The countless spirit tentacles were also scared back by the sharp crashing sound. Irma's body stiffened, and she actually forgot to run, only her eyes were wide open and filled with panic.

The crash sounded again, this time more violent, Irma's breathing became rapid, her hand gripped the doorknob tightly, her knuckles became pale from the force.

"No" Irma's character had always been high and proud, and this flame of pride burned from her heart again at this critical moment. She told herself she couldn't just give up, she couldn't just die.

Irma turned and ran upstairs, her heartbeat and footsteps intertwined to create a tense and rapid rhythm. She rushed into a room on the third floor and quickly slammed the door, using all her strength to push a heavy desk behind the door as a makeshift barrier.

Irma's heartbeat roared in her ears, her breathing rapid and heavy as she walked quickly to the bed, her body pressed against the wall in an attempt to keep her breathing unnoticed by the werewolf zombies downstairs. Her eyes scanned the room warily, looking for possible escape routes or items she could use for self-defense.

The crashes downstairs continued to be violent, each one feeling like a direct blow to her heart, giving her an indescribable sense of oppression. She gathered her courage and made her way to the window, taking deep breaths in an attempt to calm her heartbeat. Her gaze traveled through the glass, and under the delicate sun, dozens of zombies ran towards the building Irma was in with a thirst for flesh and blood.

Irma's heart pounded in her chest as her eyes swept quickly through the herd of zombies, and suddenly, she noticed an unusual presence - an infected soldier, a former warrior, now turned into a zombie, with guns and equipment hanging off of him. This unexpected discovery sends a flash of light through Irma's mind.