The sight of John Paul’s remaining body and shredded guts littered on the grass stuns everyone as though a grenade blasted in front of them. Joshua quickly steps back and freezes in horror. Vincent inaudibly curses several times as terror slithers throughout his body. His lips are moving, but the only sound is coming from Cristina, screaming at the top of her voice. She directs her gaze away from the gruesome sight and presses her chest with her left hand as she struggles to breathe. Inside a red circle about twenty meters away, Jennifer screams in shock. In her fury, she unleashes a torrent of light orbs straight into the swarming beasts, bathing the open field in a stream of colored light which shines brightly and steadily for more than two minutes, dimming only as exhaustion overwhelms her, and she finally bursts out in tears. Meanwhile, Shaira is too petrified to utter a sound. She slowly turns around and breathes hard as her memories with John Paul pour into her mind….  

    “Oh my God! I’m surrounded by zombies.”

    “No. I go first. The stronger one should go first.”

    “Wooooow! I can’t believe someone like you exists. Okay. Go ahead. After all we are weaker than you.”

    Another scene flashes back….

    “And now what’s the plan?”

    “We dive into the cliff, maybe.”

    “You’re really an idiot.”

    “Of course I talk like an idiot. How else would you understand me? Okay, surprise me. Say something intelligent.”

    “You really have one rotten mouth right there.”

    Shaira sniffs and tearfully takes a deep breath, guilty and regretful of the way she ruthlessly taunted him with her acerbic words….

Mabel, on the other hand, slumps to the ground, numb and feeble, as though all her energy were instantly drained out of her body. A stream of tears immediately flows down her cheeks as she dreadfully wails with her raspy voice. Then, memories of her friend swiftly knife into her mind….

“Hey, Mabel! Wait!”

“Oh! Candy. Why are you walking to school? This is… unusual.”

“For a change.... No, actually, I want to walk with you. Now I know how hard it is to run.”

“Yes. Oh, look at you. You’re sweating! It’s ruining your doll face. I have a handkerchief—”

“No. It’s okay. Don’t worry…. Can I ask you...