Viktor watches, as Ashley suprisingly handles the machete good. It truly was a beutifull sight of a dancing blade.
Then Viktor has a memory, that is connected to the sabre he keeps with himself all the time.
He unshealthes it, looking at the engraving, written on it. It's written in russian, it says "For the Empire". This sabre is roughly 116 years old now. It first belong to his ancestor, that was a brave russian officer during World War 1. It became a family relique. Then his great grandfather used this sabre to kill 15 nazis during World War two. Then his uncle, that was in the spetznaz used it in Afghanistan. Now it's in his hands. The familie's warriors are supposed to keep it, and Vik was at first just a doctor. But the day came. Vik's uncle tried to hold of the zombies, when they first came. He was old, and not so powerfull as he was before. Never the less, many zombies found their second death, when Vik's uncle held them of to save some civilians.
Before succumbing to his wounds, he gave Vik the sabre, saying, that it goes only to the warriors of the family.
Ever since, Vik's been putting his knowledge in medicine and anatomy to be a better warrior.
116 years. So much blood on this blade.
Once the zombie crisis is over, he will pass it on to his off spring, that will be a soldier.
Vik always believes, that the crisis will end.
As long as humans live, there is hope.
But time to return to the present.
Vik congratulates Ashley on her nice handling with the machete, but then says.
"It's rather easy to hit a dummy, that is not moving, it's much harder to kill someone, who actually moves. A lot harder to kill someone, who knows how to blade dance".