"Why… is he not moving? Is he dead?"
"Does he look dead to you? How did he even survive?"
"Who… is it?"
"Right, you wasn't here yesterday. The motherfucker's crazy, man. He was popping them motherfucking snakes left and right."
Everyone was hesitant to approach Adam. The veteran creeps made sure not to make a sound, but that didn't stop them from whispering among themselves.
"He's not moving… we sure he ain't dead?" one asked, clutching his weapon tighter.
"You should be asking why the Heroes aren't moving instead."
They were right. Vincent and the others weren't moving and were only staring at Adam. The Heroes looked at Adam, then at each other, and then back at Adam again before they whispered among themselves.
"...How is he alive? We all saw him get mowed down by the verdrakill," Eugene muttered, his brow furrowed, "We all saw that, right?"
