Eliza threw her hands up in the air, "Is there really no end to this wretched place?" she asked herself. Eliza had scaled a tree to get her bearings and inwardly cursed her luck. The forest stretched out in all directions and seemed neverending. Now the General was swiftly walking in random directions, avoiding thorns and putting down the snarling undead. They weren't normal zombies either, they were freaks, to put it bluntly.

The creatures had what seemed like sharp, chunks of metal lodged into their arms and hands, making fighting them tricky if you didn't take them out as quickly as possible. They crawled and scaled the trees, only wanting to tear apart anyone and everyone who came onto their path- even each other.

The silver-haired soldier stopped by a small stream, no choice but to drink from whatever contaminated water it bore since her canteen was empty.

She can see the wolves now. She heads towards them, albeit warily. She's technically a dog too, so maybe they'll trust her.

Casey growled a warning. He had never seen this...thing before so why in earth would he trust it?

Her ears curl back a little, and she backs away. She lets out a faint whimper.

What do you want? Casey growled. Wolves flanked him, growling as well, as if they were one

She turns into her fully-dog form, which is a tiny brown and white corgi. Her plan is that hopefully the wolves will realize that a tiny midget-dog doesn't bear them any threat.

Casey stares. What was with this person? The wolves loomed over her, as they were all bigger than regular wolves. Can You speak? Casey asked, very amused by this small dog.

She pretty clearly doesn't understand what he's saying.

Casey shifts to his human form, pulling on his shorts that were tied to his ankle. "That's what you turn into? A corgi?" He laughs. "Why are you here? It's most likely more dangerous for you than for a human." He had stopped laughing, and instead, his voice was grave

Her ears curl back even more. she just turns back to her normal form, clearly a bit embarrassed.