Bad Timing

"It's okay." Zain replied. "I'm already the main enemy of you Zombie Hunters anyway."

The others were too far away to hear these words, and Crunk who had heard them, didn't understand the meaning behind them and was far too scared for his life to be thinking about those things.

His only life line, his powers which were in his fingers, he was unable to use and he had no idea how to use his powers any other way.

With a swing of the sword, Zain stopped just after cutting the skin from his throat. The surface had been cut and blood was trickling down. However, the eyes of Crunk were gone.

He was feeling lightheaded and suddenly fell over backwards as he had passed out at that moment.

'Oh?' Zain thought. 'I was never going to kill him in the first place, as I wanted to turn him, but I guess this works as well.'