Lucian darted onto deck, slashing a zombie across the throat sharply. He jogged over to Joanna first, expression composed. “You need to try and get everyone to the infirmary, they’ll be safer there,” he said quickly. He ran over to the rail, looking down into the water for any sign of Leah. He cursed sharply and grabbed a rope, tossing it over. A hand on his shoulder wretched him backwards, and he was face to face with a younger woman.
“Lucian, darling, what are you doing here? You should have stayed with me,” the woman said in a sickeningly sweet tone. He felt choked up, shaking his head quickly. “You were shot, you are dead,” he hissed, stepping back.
“There’s nothing you can do for them,” the “woman” said slowly, her hand reaching out to caress his jaw.
Lucian exhaled slightly, but froze when he heard the sound of a sword leaving it’s sheath. “You are not real,” he said with a growl, plunging the blade into the woman’s chest and shoving her backwards before climbing overboard to find Leah.