Everyone rejoiced when the final sporeform fell.
Fortunately, since they were quick to react, the losses weren't significant.
Sixty-three initiates perished along with one zealot. Yet their victory didn't feel like one.
These zombies were strong, but June didn't know why they didn't infect the fallen initiates. If they had, beating the cultists would have been much easier.
Besides that, they had no idea how these people turned into those strange creatures in the first place. That realization made them wary of one another.
If the initiates could turn into zombies out of nowhere, then who was to say the same wouldn't happen to them?
They all could be infected, waiting for those strange appendages to rip through their bodies.
A seed of suspicion had been planted among them.
Don't tell me… that's what the zombie called Blaze was after?
June realized it could be the case.
