Joshua held his sister, who wasn't even ten years old, and stumbled across the fields.
There was an extremely hideous bite mark on his right arm, and blood soaked his entire sleeve. The bite mark was very irregular, and it didn't look like it was an injury made by a creature with sharp teeth like a wild beast.
The two of them ran on the seedlings that had turned grayish-white from the blight, raising a wave of dissipating dust along the way.
"Brother, are you still bleeding…" his sister asked worriedly.
Joshua had a chunk of flesh bitten off from his arm by the bloated undead that was covered in mycelium and mold about an hour ago while saving his sister from the monster that was no longer the blacksmith they knew.
He took the opportunity to stab the red-hot soldering iron in the forging furnace into the monster's eye socket, igniting its head from the inside. It emitted a crackling sound like ferns burning.
