The once life and death struggle between man and zombie was now meagre compared to what the people were experiencing now.
When seeing hundreds of Evolved zombies aiming to consume them all, the people were able to mount up together, gathering the courage to defend themselves and those who lacked the strength to.
But now, witnessing those zombies being reanimated by a single monster, watching two monstrous creatures kill off the remaining zombies that would've taken countless sacrifices to subdue. What should've been hope was now shaped into utter helplessness.
How could they find hope when all they could see were their deaths as they witnessed the horrifying display of the monsters before them?
What was worse, was that as the people's gaze all pandered to the one person they still put their faith in, the one person who continued to shine as their beacon of hope, their savior; he too was as horrified as them.
