Asra
The blanket sat up, and slender hands slowly pulled them down. As she lay eyes on Jay, a playful smile appeared on her face.
For a moment she sat there, simply gazing at Jay who still have a piece of meat in his hand and a bulge of half-chewed meat in his cheeks as he stared right back.
The silence felt like it had gone on for much longer than it did, and the tension almost became tangible.
Strangely, she wasn't at all phased by weapons pointing in her face - not to mention the weapons were held by the undead, both of them staring at her with killing intent.
Shouldn't she be freaked out? And if not freaked out, then still trying to recover, weaker, barely able to open her eyes?
Yet there she sat, confidently and playfully smiling at Jay.
Even her cheeks seemed rosy, her smile vibrant and full of life.
Then he noticed something else which was similarly as strange.
“Her cheeks...” Jay thought, “where did the blood on her face go...”