"Why are you yelling at me?" Zerra put her hands on her hips, looking at him with suspicious eyes.
William jolted. He suppressed his emotions, then turned around and took large steps forward as if running from her.
She narrowed her eyes. Her hand was a second away from summoning her pitchfork and stabbing him, but before the opponent started the battle, he ran away.
Oh, nevermind, she wasn't a violent person, anyway. Definitely wasn't.
The night passed without a hitch, except for the bound three people who had miraculously survived. They didn't even show any signs of turning into a zombie, surprising everyone.
The rate at which people were turning into zombies had been shortened now, taking less than two days. If one didn't show any sign like peeling skin or faint rancid smell in half a day, then they would be declared free of zombie virus infection.
Each one of the bitten people had the power of wind, ice, and fire, respectively.
