"Professor Ford, you can't!"
The soldier beside him anxiously tried to stop him.
But Julian Ford acted as if he hadn't heard.
He wore a simple white shirt and tactical pants, looking immaculately clean and out of place against the blood-soaked apocalyptic backdrop.
The sunlight outlined his tall, straight figure, and his eyes behind his glasses were fixed unblinkingly in Josie Quinn's direction.
One step, two steps... He walked with a calm and unhurried pace, as if the zombies lying scattered on the ground didn't exist.
Josie heard footsteps ascending the stairs, and her breathing unconsciously quickened.
She slowly turned around. As that familiar face came fully into view, she realized her palms were slick with sweat.
To her, it felt as though a lifetime had passed.
And now, he still looked much the same as the gentle, refined Julian Ford from her memories.
"Julian, what a coincidence," she said dryly, her voice a bit strained.
Julian Ford suddenly smiled.
