In a large closed cafeteria, faint grunting and squirming is echoing.
“This wouldn’t happen if only you'd chosen to be with us…” Liam drags a chair and places it in front of a tied-up man. “Aaron.”
“I feel really betrayed.” Insincere tone. “You asked for a place within my group, then I made space for you but then you left me hanging. How should I take that?”
Aaron’s hands and feet are tied up and his back is resting on a pillar. He looked up tiredly and said, “Screw you.”
“Ha, what happened? You and I were tight during the first round. You protected the rear part and you alone held back those undeads.”
“I was not alone. There were sacrifices!” He almost snarls at him but he is too weak to intimidate Liam.
“Still you survived. Anyway, why did you drift apart? Did Lucas say something?
