~ Third Person's Point of View ~
As another squadron of living dead, Alice has finally found the wounded man who was relinquished.
He was drenched with blood and was breathing heavily. "Hold on to me!" Alice hissed while helping the man to stand.
The young Master runs back to them and carried the man with courage and strength.
They were running, preventing and avoiding the living dead who are chasing them.
"Ahhhh! The foooooyer!"
His loud voice sounded off that propelled the gatekeepers to stop and wait for them to reach out.
"The young Master!"
"The young Master is here!"
"Ready your weapons!"
A metre away from the enemy, Alice and the young Master strived to step in and walked through the entrance.
Closer and tighter, it seems like distant too grasp. Until they have successfully entered the barrack, gasping and disappointed.
