"Please, kill me now, Slayer Knight! Let me die near to Nath!"
As the scientist wept, and Hobe grappled with the moral complexities of their actions. In this world of monsters and desperation, humanity's struggles took on shapes more grotesque than the mutants that roamed the shadows.
The eerie quiet of the forest, disturbed only by the scientist's sobs, enveloped Hobe in a contemplative silence.
As he absorbed each word uttered by the scientist, doubt began to sprout in Hobe's heart.
Who were these people from Upper Society?
What were they doing, and what were their motives?
A haunting thought gripped him – if Hari were to become a zombie, would Upper Society turn Hari into a test subject and transform him into a zombie-eating monster?