Needles was dead.
Samuel stared at the corpse where it lay, flopped atop a pile of mutilated sacrificial victims-turned-zombies. Wheeze was on his knees, staring at his friend from the very edge of the room, as they listened to the mad man who’d done this cackle from somewhere in the darkness. Samuel could feel a few tears begin to well at the corners of his eyes, and he forced himself to swallow the feelings that were warring in his chest.
Despair.
Shame.
Fear.
Of all of them, the fear was the most dangerous one. Samuel had never been in as dangerous a situation as he found himself now, but he’d been in enough problematic ones to know that fear could only make the entire situation worse.
“Wheeze…” Samuel stepped forward and laid a hand on the massive warriors heaving shoulders, the
