Berry had killed the infected people, but the epidemic did not stop with those five people.
More and more people began to fall sick.
Berry and Oswin had to deal with the civilians without arousing panic while also dealing with the constant attacks, trying their best to keep the enemy out of the city gates.
In just two days, they lost hundreds of soldiers.
When Xion returned the next evening, he was welcomed by the sight of horror.
There were corpses of civilians being urgently torched inside the forest.
The stench of charred flesh seeped through the camp like an invisible fog. No matter how tightly the guards wrapped cloth around their faces, the smell clung to their throats, bitter and metallic.
To keep it secret and prevent panic, the guards carried out the burnings in the dead of night.
The fear of turning into a Death Walker hung over them as the feverish patients multiplied across all the camps.
