A shrill, unnatural scream pierced the skies.
The sound erupted from the being that had once been Halwen.
Now, all that was left was an infected whose voice was warped and ragged, its scream a harmony of rage. A twisted song of the Red Plague.
His head jerked upward unnaturally as he howled into the afternoon sky, blood pouring from his ruined mouth as glowing veins snaked across his throat and down his chest.
The scream rolled across the town like a curse.
And the infected, those in the town that were still sleeping beneath floors, crouched in corners, hidden behind barrels and doorways, woke up.
First, one pair of red eyes flared to life in a shattered window.
Then another. And another.
Dozens. Hundreds.
From the rooftops, alleyways, and the creaking boards of abandoned buildings, they emerged like ants from a hive. Bones cracked, joints clicked. They began to run.
"Go!" Ren shouted, his voice hard as steel.
