It was a tense moment for Zain. In truth, he would have liked to test what he could do and what turning someone would do, which was why he had come to such an area in the first place. There was Barbara, but who knew what had happened to her.
In the end, the circumstances meant that his friend would be the first one to get turned.
"Skittles, speak to me!" Zain shouted. "Say anything if you understand?"
Slowly Skittle turned his head. He looked at Zain and tilted his head to the side for a second. Then opening his mouth, he let out an incomprehensible gibberish.
"Ahh gragk!" "Ahk! gragk!"
"No! No, no!" Zain panicked. "Skittle shake my hand if you understand me?"
Skittle titled his head to the other side and made the same noises again, and Zain's hand was left hanging in the air. Helpless, Zain fell to his knees, and his head slammed on the floor.
