"He's wounded!"
"Where did he come from?"
"He limped out of the overgrowth, just behind it, muttering something, he must be infected!"
Vladimir lights up the soldier. His hair is not gray, it is brown and neatly trimmed.
"He doesn't look like he's possessed" Milan itched to use that word, the first time anyone had used it. Indeed, possession. He addresses the soldier on the ground:
"Stand up, introduce and tell what happened here" Jovan grabs him by the arm and lifts him up. Four rifle barrels are still pointed at him. Only now do they see that his leg has been bandaged.
"They attacked us, a great herd. Dragons from the sky followed them. Then freaks on two legs attacked, we shot at them too, but the bullets couldn't hurt them and whenever they got any of us they went crazy, it seeme
