But Lucas Lockwood's expression remained grim, his voice heavy with a gravity that could not be ignored. "There is a chance, but the cost is immense. I have a serum here that can awaken one's superpower potential. But the success rate... is only seventy percent!"
He paused, clearly seeing the light in many people's eyes instantly dim, tinged with fear.
But he had to be clear. "This means that five or six of you... could fail and turn into zombies."
A dead silence fell over the crowd.
A thirty-percent mortality rate hung over their heads like a cold noose.
After a brief silence, a young voice rang out, "I'll do it!"
A young Hawthorne Family man in his early twenties stepped forward, his eyes resolute. "Ian! For a normal person out there, what's the difference between this and just waiting to die? We might as well roll the dice!"
"Even if I fail, at least I'll have died trying to become stronger, not dying a coward's death, devoured by zombies!"
