The last Shambler, the one that had cornered Garrett, seemed to realize it was outnumbered. It abandoned its attack and turned to flee, moving with surprising speed back toward the tree line.
"Let it go," Damion said. "We don't need to chase it into the dark."
Everyone stood still for a moment, weapons ready, waiting to see if more threats would emerge from the darkness.
But the forest had gone quiet again, as if the violence had scared off everything else in the area.
"Is everyone alright?" Lydia asked, already moving to check on each person.
Lucas took stock of himself. His hands were scratched from the splinters, and his shoulder ached where he'd hit the ground, but nothing serious. "I'm fine."
"Same here," Garrett said. "That was... intense."
"We need to be more careful with our watch rotations," Zacard said, examining his spear for damage. "Those things got way too close before we noticed them."
