"Ms. Hall," Orren answered lightly. Arwen narrowed her eyes at him. "You've been talking about her quite a lot recently. Are you hiding something from me?" He clicked his tongue. "Of course not." "Right, I totally believe you," she replied sarcastically. Then, she continued, "You've changed a lot ever since she dropped by. Oh, my God. Do you have a crush on her?" "A crush on her? She's totally out of my league! I just want to visit the Blazing Sun Alliance she's been talking about and see what it's really like." "Gosh, look at you. My baby brother's all grown up now," Arwen cooed in amusement. "You know what? I'll talk to Solan and ask him whether there's a way for you to visit her." "You'd do that?" "I don't see why not. Ms. Hall did send us a message to establish trade with us. You'd be perfect for the job." She shot him a cheeky grin as she reached for the door. However, she couldn't help but hesitate when her hand came in contact with the cool metal surface. "You're sure he wouldn't mind?" "He wouldn't. Solan loves you!" Orren pushed the door open only to be greeted by a dark blur that slammed straight into Arwen, He heard a hungry roar and a sickening crunch. His eyes went wide as crimson liquid splattered against his face. Arwen's throat had been torn wide open. He thought that it couldn't get any worse, but his eyes finally saw just who was doing the biting. Solan. "Grah!" Solan wasn't human anymore. He'd pinned Arwen down as he ripped her throat apart, yanking out her flesh and sinew with his teeth.Orren could hear his teeth battering against her bones, snapping and clacking with each ravenous bite. Orren's vision turned gray as he mechanically turned his head to stare at the gory sight. Then, reality came crashing down on him like a house of cards. Solan had turned into a zombie. "Arwen!" Orren screamed, rushing forward and pummeling Solan's skull with his bare fists. "Solan, snap out of it! That's my sister! She's your wife! It's Arwen! Solan, please!" "Agh!" In the end, Solan only stopped when his head had turned to mush. Orren dragged Arwen away from Solan. She was still clinging to life somehow, desperately pressing against a spurting artery. Just then, he heard a familiar voice saying, "Orren, my parents… They've turned into zombies." He turned and saw Flora standing behind him. She was utterly drenched in blood; even the weapon she was holding was dripping red. She had killed her own parents. However, that wasn't what horrified him. It was her abdomen… It'd been ripped right open. Her intestines were spilling down onto the floor. She was trying to keep them inside her with one hand, but they kept slipping through her fingers. "H-How did this happen? I just found them…" she sobbed out weakly, staggering toward him. "We barely made it out of the first wave of zombie attacks. Why… do we have to live through it a second time—" Her voice died in her throat as her eyes dulled. Soon, the healthy pink hue on her skin started to pale, replaced by the pallid gray of a zombie. "Grah!" She lunged at Orren. At that exact moment, the woman in his arms started convulsing. Arwen… His beloved sister had bitten him in her dying breath.A scream tore through the Solan Camp office building. Their unsaid words turned to ash on their tongues as people started dropping like flies once more. Similar screams echoed across the camp soon after. Soon, shouts and pleas of the living could be heard as they ran for dear life. The squelch of something cutting through flesh and bone punctured the air. The supposedly secure camp had fallen within seconds. People who were walking beside friends were suddenly attacked and devoured. Families sharing a meal as they planned for the future were killed mid-conversation. Guards on the wall were turning into zombies as they desperately fought against the zombies outside their camp. The mindless cries of freshly turned zombies only grew louder and louder. Solan Camp had been devoured inside and out within moments. … In the meantime, high-speed micro-fighters streaked across the East Sea Camp's sky, leaving faint green trails in the air. However, no one paid any mind to that. They were all trying to endure the oppressive silence that seemed to engulf the office. Their camp leader had locked himself away. He had turned everyone and anyone away. "Is Harrance still not out of his office?" asked a woman in the infirmary as she lay on a bed, snacking on fruit. "No, Ms. Kane." Clara scowled and glared when she heard how she was being addressed. "What did you just call me? That's Madam Kane to you. Get it right."