The dust swirled around them and a faint drop of rain landed on their noses. Avina gasps for every single breath she could while resentfully glaring at her capturer. Their golden eyes seemed unperturbed at the hatred being thrown their way, instead, shining even brighter.
"Quin," the zombie muttered. Her grip grew tighter and a twinkle in her eyes expressed her desire. "Mine, Quin's."
Quin leaned her head closer to Avina's neck. Avina could barely keep her consciousness from floating out of her oxygen-deprived body, but she could distinctively feel the zombie breathing harshly on her skin, sucking in a good breath.
"Yummy," Quin murmured. She stuck her face closer and licked the skin where Avina's vein was hiding underneath. "Quin likes."