"I am fine." Scott sucked in a cold breath, and then collapsed to the floor.
"How is this fine?" Laziel jumped to him and checked his wound. Scott let out a hiss and pulled his hand back from Laziel.
Shaking his head, he reassured them. "One goat nearly mutated. Luckily, I killed it in time. But it still managed to kick me, and my arms hit some sharp objects."
Zerra ran to her room to find some bandages, water, and antibiotics. In an urgent tone, she ordered him, "Show your wounds, quick."
Cassias helped Scott tear his sleeves. As they cleaned his wounds, he occasionally let out a pained groan. However, they knew that they couldn't dawdle.
The fog was an omen of ominous things. Out of the four of them, only Cassias and Zerra knew that the risk of zombie infection was greater during this period.
The virus could infect people through the air or even water, not just from zombie bites and nails.
