She didn't rush blindly this time. Instead, she used her head. Her eyes quickly scanned the zombies outside the boundary, trying to find one that was close enough and, more importantly, alone. She didn't have the strength to deal with multiple at once, not in that state. After a few seconds, she spotted one just near the edge, slightly separated from the others, slowly wandering without much direction.
That was her chance.
She tightened her grip on the steel rod, took a breath, and stepped out of the boundary for a split second. The moment she got close, she swung the rod down hard onto the zombie's head. But the result was worse than she expected. There was a dull sound, but the zombie barely reacted. It didn't even seem hurt. Her strength back then was just too weak. For a second, panic almost crept back into her mind.
But she didn't step back mentally.
Instead, she stepped back physically.
Right back into the boundary.
