~ Third Person's Point of View ~
Garron gasped as he felt tired and exhausted. His muscles needed rest as well as his entire body.
Belor said, "Take a rest, Garron. It's going to be a long night."
"Look at him. Sleeping peacefully and snoring as if things are ordinary." Garron stared at the young man who leaned to the wood as he grasped the oar.
"I wondered what it seemed our land to be. Without the undead, without infectious disease, everything would be different. Innocents must cherish the beauty of our homeland."
Garron sniffed and hoped that things happened differently. "King Sulliman is dead. Traitors sneak to the palace and killed him before the outburst of the undead."
"No one has the right to ask the deities, Garron," Belor mumbled.
"We need to search for Princess Alice as soon as possible! The undead turned into a beast who invaded everyone including the innocent one."
