The bloodied battlefield felt distant as Zack stared at her, his heart hammering. His grip on his blade slackened. The weight of the fight, the adrenaline — it all paled in comparison to the sight of Olivia standing there, alive.
For a moment, neither of them spoke.
Jake and Arya exchanged glances, sensing the shift in the atmosphere. Even the distant groans of dying flesh eaters felt muted.
"Olivia…" Zack finally breathed, his voice rough with disbelief.
She took a hesitant step forward. "You're alive," she whispered. Her eyes darted to his wounds, to the exhaustion in his stance. "I—"
Her voice broke.
Then, before Zack could react, she threw her arms around him.
He clenched his jaw, hesitating before wrapping an arm around her, grounding himself in the warmth of someone he thought he had lost forever.
Arya was left confuse, staring at the people hugging in front of them. But, Jake…he looked at them with a realization, as if he knew something she doesn't know about.
