They were all staring.
Not at the piles of dead zombies. Not at the damaged walls of the inner compound.
But at the young man standing in the crater.
He wasn't even breathing hard. He didn't seem to be exhausted despite the one eliminating almost all of the zombies in the zombie tide.
Dust still clung to his boots, and the cracked pavement beneath him smoked faintly from the overwhelming power he'd unleashed just a minute ago.
A moment ago, they'd been ready to abandon Fort Echo-7. Now, they were still alive.
Because of him.
The same man who they only knew by the alias he gave: Arthur.
And Arthur… smiled.
His smile wasn't as bright as the sun at noon. However, it was as bright as the sun on sunrise, a shining light signaling beginning and hope.
They couldn't help but be entranced by it. Their hearts that had been perforated by the holes of loss and grief had been healed by his sunny smile as if it assured them that everything was alright.
