"Don't worry about me; just go. Bringing me here is more than enough for me."
Hearing Telos's words, Yaztec felt a surge of guilt, a guilt that made him even less willing to abandon his teacher.
"No, Teacher, hang in there. Nothing will happen to you; we'll leave together."
"You can't save me; I'm already infected, and soon... I might... turn into a disgusting, horrible zombie..." As he spoke, Telos's voice grew increasingly hoarse, a hallmark sign of becoming zombified.
"No! That won't happen. Teacher, you'll be fine. I'll take you to the Peace Party. The Peace Party can control zombies; they must have a serum for the virus. Teacher, hang in there! You must hang in there!"
Hearing Yaztec's words, Telos revealed a despair-filled smile. The top research teams in the world hadn't solved the problem of anti-life material assimilation infections, much less the Peace Party.
