Tears welled in the survivors' eyes, yet they had to acknowledge that Uncle Warren had done this willingly.
The cruel reality was laid bare before them.
Their sorrow and anger eventually melted into silent mourning.
With red-rimmed eyes, a few men fought back revulsion and terror as they stepped forward. Wielding blunt objects they had found, they brought them down hard on the head of the "new zombie" twitching on the floor.
The sickening thuds echoed through the deathly silent hallway.
After they dealt with their companion's remains, a brief silence fell. Then, a woman with graying hair, Aunt Adlen, stepped forward, her body trembling.
Her face held a tranquility that spoke of someone who had made peace with life and death. Her gaze passed over the grieving crowd and landed on Josie Quinn. "Young lady... that medicine... do you have any more?"
Her voice was quiet, but it carried clearly to everyone's ears.
