Me and my werewolf girlfriend.

Survival in a desperate situation

Irma stood by the window, her heartbeat roaring in her ears as the horde of zombies came in like a tidal wave downstairs. She knew she didn't have time to wallow in panic. She tried to take deep breaths, but the air seemed to shudder, and each breath felt like a struggle against her own fear. She forced herself to focus, despite her heart beating like a drum, despite her sweaty palms, despite the sight in front of her making her stomach flip.

She closed her eyes, trying to find a glimmer of clarity amidst the chaos. She unleashed her psychic tentacles once more, and despite her trembling hands, despite her heart beating wildly, she did her best to send those transparent tentacles towards the soldier zombie. Irma sensed the soldier zombie's mental light mass, and though it was bright, it was noticeably weaker when compared to the werewolf zombie that she had encountered earlier.

Irma's brows were tightly locked, her forehead was covered with beads of sweat as she struggled to maneuver those spiritual tentacles, just like steering a flat boat in a storm. Finally, after much struggle, a tentacle managed to reach into the soldier zombie's spiritual light mass. The zombie's movements came to an abrupt halt, as if frozen in time, standing frozen in place.

Driven by tension and panic, Irma maneuvers the zombie to feel for the weaponry on its body. She could feel the coldness of the submachine gun and the heaviness of the grenade, but her hands were trembling, and her heart was beating wildly. She lets the zombie pick up the submachine gun, and despite the uncertainty in her mind, she tries to aim it at the werewolf zombie that was banging on the door of the room. However, the werewolf zombies were unusually strong and the bullets from the submachine gun only left shallow marks on them.

Irma maneuvered the soldier zombie to pick up the grenade as she tried to calm herself down, but the sound of her heartbeat drowned out almost all of it. She made the zombie fight to run, but her nervousness made his movements clumsy. Instead of throwing it at the zombie's feet, the grenade exploded a short distance away with only a hollow boom, causing no substantial damage to the werewolf zombie.

Driven by nervousness and panic, Irma made a final decision. She maneuvered the zombie and ran directly towards the werewolf zombie, pulling the grenade while holding the werewolf zombie. The force of the explosion was unleashed in an instant, and one werewolf zombie was blown to pieces, while the other lost its legs and could only struggle in place.

Unfortunately, the door of the house was also blown open by the explosive power of the grenade, temporarily solving the crisis at the entrance, but there were still dozens of zombies running behind them.

Irma had no time to rest. Although she was relieved that the powerful werewolf zombie was dealt with, she was unable to withstand so many human zombies running towards her.

Her eyes searched the room eagerly, looking for anything she could use. Irma moved some chairs and tables carefully against the doorway. After all, the downstairs door had been locked at first, and the zombies had listened to the commotion and come over but didn't know which room she was in.

"As long as I don't make any noise in the room, the zombies shouldn't be able to find me." Irma thought to herself, "I'll just have to wait until it gets dark, and then go back when the zombies slowly disperse."

Irma huddled in the corner of the closet, her body pressed against the cold wall, she listened carefully to the movement of the zombies running outside the door, her nerves were tense to the extreme. "Wait, if any zombies rush in, I'll jump through the window." She calculated in her mind, even though the height of the third floor terrified her, it seemed to be the only option than being torn apart by the zombies.

"You shouldn't die from jumping from the third floor."

"Falling to your death is better than being bitten to death by a zombie." She muttered to herself, trying to brace herself.

Her thoughts were in turmoil, her mind filled with every possible consequence. She listened to the footsteps outside the door and the hissing of the zombies, her mind filled with helplessness and despair. "Someone please help me, someone please help me." She cried out in her mind, but all that answered her was endless silence.

Irma's eyelids became heavier and heavier as her consciousness began to blur. Despite the dangers of the world outside, her mind and body were exhausted to the point of exhaustion. She leaned against the corner of the closet, and before she knew it, sleep overcame her fear and she drifted off into a deep sleep.

In her dreams, everything was calm and beautiful. She was back to her childhood, to a time when there were no arguments, only a mother's love surrounding her. Her mother was teaching her to play the piano, teaching her to write and draw, and their laughter echoed in the air, warm and affectionate.

By the time Irma woke up, the world outside was immersed in the moonlight, and there were only a few scattered zombies left on the streets, staggering about in search of something. The hissing in the hallways had died down, replaced by a dead silence.

"Time to go back", Irma thought to herself.