The Guilty Gray

Looking at Gray who was still in one piece despite his overly torn clothes, Emelia felt it funny.

Slowly reaching him, she too took a seat on the large branch, as both of them stared down the thick mist below.

"Why do you look like you escaped the mouth of a dog? Your clothes are barely holding on."

Gray touched his clothes in embarrassment. "Hey, what do you know? Since you arrived at this place, I've been fighting day and night."

"Zombie Horde?"

Boom!

Gray instantly got nervous, shocked by her accurate guess. "How did you know?"

Emelia frowned, not understanding what he was nervous about. "Why are you getting so worked up, do you think you're the only one who fought those zombies? Or do you think it's because of you that those zombies appeared?"

"..."

Can he say it's actually because of him killing the Zombie leader, that the zombie horde went out on a rampage?

At least listening to Emelia's recap of what she and perhaps many others went through, he quickly changed his ve
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