Zombie Apocalypse in Another World

Prologue - Part 2

 A young girl sat alone in her room, staring at the door with terror as though it would morph into some monster and swallow her whole. Her knees were pressed against her chest, her hands gripping her messy blonde hair, and her body shaking relentlessly.

She didn't know how long it had been. Time had become a stranger to her. So had the bed she leaned her back against. The various drawers, cupboards, and cabinets around the room hadn't felt her touch either. It might as well have been herself and the door sitting in an empty void. That's how she saw it anyway.

A million thoughts used to fill her head. Thoughts on how she would survive, get food, water, shelter, allies, etc. But now, there were only prayers.

Please, goddess of light, she thought, hoping for a miracle. "Please help us..." She mumbled to the goddess in a half-hearted prayer.

The cleric's faith had long since begun to waver, but she had nothing else to turn to. All she had known was the church. And everything they taught her was useless in her current situation.

Her Holy Magic, albeit more effective against the threat than other magics, was not enough to stop all of them.

Then she heard footsteps. They were coming from the other side of the door, accompanied by the rattling sound of armor.

Her eyes widened along with her mouth as her body prepared to scream. Tears formed in her eyes and streamed down her cheeks, yet they were incapable of closing.

The handle started shaking. Someone was trying to get in. The girl's voice was caught in her throat. Her body automatically moved further back, only pressing more against the bed frame.

From the banging noise, she realized that someone, or something, was trying to force their way in.

Her hands clasped against her mouth, terrified to let out a sound but still feeling a scream in her throat.

Eventually, the door gave in. A towering figure stood in the doorway, clad in gold and white armor, covered in blood. The figure wielded a broadsword directly in front of the cleric.

Splinters flew at her, tracing cuts across her face and already damaged cloaks. Yet she remained unmoving, petrified by fear.

In a terrified panic, the girl screamed something she never thought she'd say. "God of Shadows, I beckon you! Please spare me!"

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