Joren saw the notification bar when his vision went dark. When he was about to fall, he stomped his foot forward as he remembered that someone tried to help him but was utterly destroyed like a flimsy wood in front of a wrecking.
Well, at least he tried helping.
Holding the hole in his stomach, Joren tried to stop the bleeding. He felt weaker the more his wound healed. He removed his hands since it seemed pointless and just put it in his pockets.
"Joren, are you okay?"
Jack galloped towards Joren as he asked.
"I'm fine, Mister Jack. But that zombie there might not be."
He pointed.
The zombie tried to shake his head as he wore a smile but since it was not connected to his body, it was futile.
"I'm... fine..."
"I-I see... you're a zombie, after all."
Joren then walked over to him and asked.
"Do you need help building your body again?"
"Eh... how'd you know?"
"Just a hunch."
