Chapter 122: Chapter 115: Playing With Fire

Ambrose

Ambrose stood in shock as he saw Trois staring back at him. His eyes were glazed and bloodshot and he had blood all over his body. No matter how he looked at it, the person before him really was Trois–he was even wearing the same clothes he did on the day he died. 

Ambrose gulped, the shock and disbelief etched across his face as he witnessed Trois, their once dear friend, now reduced to a haunting figure of the undead. The red lights cast an eerie glow on the scene, emphasizing the grim reality unfolding before him.

"Trois…Is that you?" Ambrose tried to say.

"Arghhhhh" But Trois only growled at him in reply. It didn't seem like he recognized them.

He didn't seem alive, in fact, he looked like one of the zombies who they had fought earlier.

Recently, it seemed as though the dead didn't like staying dead.