I Got Reincarnated as a Zombie Girl

I sat atop the body of the massive wolf I had just beheaded. My breathing was heavy, though not from exhaustion I didn't have normal lungs, and my heart barely functioned like a human's.

I was just... still.

Processing everything.

The ground around me was dark red. The air was thick with the smell of iron, blood, and scorched flesh. Mutant corpses littered the battlefield—some charred, some torn apart, some utterly destroyed.

This battlefield... had just been hell.

I tried to remember how long the fight lasted. But there was no answer. The sky had no clear sun due to the smoke and dust of battle, and I had been too focused on surviving to count the time.

One hour... maybe five? Perhaps more.

All I knew was—I was still here. Still whole and alive.

And all my enemies—were dead.

I leaned my back against a large wolf, staring ahead blankly. For the first time since I was reincarnated, I felt something akin to fatigue. Not physical but mental.

This battlefield... was too intense. Too brutal.