“Something must have gone wrong with the infection. I think he ran here out of fear rather than malicious intent,” Luke replied.
John’s eyebrows raised. “So Tomas must have fought back against it. Fair dues.”
“Indeed. We should keep a vial of his blood. It might prove useful in the future. There should be a medical kit somewhere in here. At least his death will not have been in vain.”
Minutes later, with the vial of blood safely tucked away, they went back outside. The sweat dripped from them once more as they made their way back to their assigned heavy gun.
“Do you think we will survive, Luke?” John asked as he surveyed the vast expanse of sand.
“I trust in Timothy; we will survive only if we are victorious. He will lead us to that victory,”
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