“Shouldn’t you be going back?”
He says as they had been sitting at the staircase on the rear of the mansion for sometime.
It took him quite some time to return to his senses, but thankfully Alexander stopped him.
There was this warmth in his words that burned away all his worries, erasing all those terrors that kept crawling in his head.
Though he could still feel that sense of being munched and scratched by those undead creatures.
“It’s all right, Rambo’s taking over the front, Keith is handling the western part, while Arnold and Leslee took the eastern side.”
He assures him, until that time, he remained cradled in his arms as if he was a little baby.
He did not care about anything as of that moment, because being in his warm embrace made him feel safe and in control.
“What about
