Kapitel 63: Selfishness?

We arrived at the gates. We were out of breath, out of energy, and on the verge of collapse.

A familiar voice shouted. "You're still alive!" It was Jocaur. He was atop the wall. The guy must have had mighty eyesight for somebody that old.

"Glad to see, you made it out alive too." I didn't know if he heard it but he smiled.

"Open the gates," he shouted.

The undead were far behind us. With haste, we went inside and the door was again shut tight. The undead were too slow-paced. Even a child could outrun them. But their numbers were overwhelmingly huge. If just a fraction of them could get inside, a lot of people were about to die.

"So, this is all we have?" I said.

We stood on top of the wall. Everything was lit up. Lianne's eyes were a liability, so she closed them and clung to my arm instead: more like I clung to her.

"These guys are disobeying orders just to be here. So don't be so picky," Jocaur bitterly explained.