"What do you mean they are dead?" Keane asked as he motioned for someone to find a healer.
Peter pulled a chair and sat on it, and Keane passed him a lit cigarette.
"Ah, that feels so good." Peter, with his trembling hands, took a puff from the cigarette and said, "I took a job to smuggle some boxes back into the city, you know, the usual.
"But it turns out what was inside wasn't flesh of demonic beasts or anything like that.
"There were dead men inside."
"Dead men?" Keane asked.
"Yes, dead until we opened the boxes, thinking that we could scavenge something from within.
"They... they moved.
"All of them stood up suddenly and took a bite out of everyone alive."
Knock.
Before Peter could speak again, the door was knocked.
Keane's men saw that it was the healer and didn't think much of it.
He opened the door, and the healer suddenly lunged at him, biting onto his neck and tearing out his flesh.
Other men came rushing into the office.
Bang.
