Blaze was terrified, thinking he might burst into flames or something. He was overcome by panic and confusion, as he did not know what was happening to him. He did not understand why he had the light of dots on him or what they signified.
He wondered if he had been exposed to some kind of mutation or radiation. But as time passed, nothing happened. He did not feel any pain or illness. He calmed down a bit, trying to make sense of the situation.
He scanned the area for a zombie, and sprinted towards it, mumbling, "They had it too…"
He wanted to check if the zombies also had the light of dots on them.
He yanked one by the shoulder and spun it around. He saw the same thing on its face and body. The light of dots was glowing through its decayed skin and flesh. It was still twitching and moaning, but it did not seem to care about the light.
"This one too…" He said, as he shoved the zombie aside and dashed to another one. He did the same thing and got the same outcome. He saw the light of dots on every zombie he met.
"… and this one…" He continued, as he went from one zombie to another, inspecting them for the light of dots. He was intrigued and baffled by the phenomenon. He wondered if it had any meaning or function.
"This too…" He muttered, as he realized that all the zombies had it. He felt a shiver down his spine, as he pondered what it implied. He did not know if it was a good or bad thing. He did not know if it was a symbol of life or death.
'What's going on?' He asked himself, as he tried to figure out the situation. He did not comprehend why he and the zombies had the light of dots on them. He did not know what it was or what it did. He did not know if it was connected to the zombie outbreak or something else.
He closed his eyes and breathed out, telling himself that it was harmless.
As he did so, when he opened his eyes he saw no trace of the light of dots. He blinked a few times and rubbed his eyes, but the light had vanished. He looked at his hand and saw nothing but normal skin.
He quickly ran to Samantha and he also saw nothing on her zombie body. He examined her face and neck, but there was no evidence of the light of dots.
He felt a mix of relief and confusion, as he wondered if it was all a delusion. Maybe he had dreamed it all.
"Did I hallucinate, no… that's not it." Blaze seated on the ground, trying to figure out if he had gone mad because he had touched and experimented on Samantha.
Maybe a zombie body had some kind of drug or something that affected his mind. Maybe he had been exposed to some kind of poison or radiation that made him see things that were not there.
But still, it was not convincing enough for Blaze. He felt a lingering doubt in his mind, as if he had overlooked something important. He wanted to be sure that what he had seen was real and not a product of his imagination.
So he tried to focus on Samantha's forehead, and there it was, he saw it again.
As he focused, dots appeared on her body, it was so clear to Blaze that he could not deny it anymore. He saw the light of dots sparkling on her skin, as if she was adorned with tiny stars. They were shimmering softly and swirling gently, like a constellation.
Now, he shifted his gaze to his body and saw it too. He realized that he and Samantha had the same thing on them. He wondered what it was and why they had it.
He felt a mix of curiosity and awe, as he gazed at the light of dots. They were fascinating and mysterious, like a secret message.
Somehow, it was not quite frightening anymore as he dismissed the thought that he was going to explode. It was very beautiful like stars. He felt a sense of wonder and admiration, as he admired the light of dots. They were captivating and enchanting, like a magic spell.
The more he focused he started to see his veins and muscles. And beneath those was his bone.
He saw the inner workings of his body, as if he had x-ray vision. He saw how his blood circulated through his veins, how his muscles tensed and relaxed, how his bones supported his frame. He saw the complexity and harmony of his anatomy, like a masterpiece.
He stood up and looked all over his body, he spun around looking at every part, his organs, blood, and some substance that moved that he could not comprehend. He saw the diversity and unity of his physiology, like a symphony.
He felt a wave of fascination and excitement, as he explored his own anatomy. He saw his heart pounding, his lungs inhaling, his stomach digesting, and some other substance that moved in mysterious ways that he could not understand.
He saw the intricate and delicate processes that kept him alive and healthy, like a miracle.
The dot lights were somehow very different from his body organs, like they existed in the same place but in different dimensions.
They were not bound by the laws of physics or biology, but rather followed their own rules and logic. He wondered if they were some kind of energy or force that existed beyond the physical realm. Maybe they were related to his soul or spirit, or something else entirely.
He noticed that the light of dots did not follow the shape or structure of his organs, but rather formed their own patterns and designs.
They were not random or chaotic, but rather had some order and meaning. He wondered if they were some kind of language or code that communicated something important. Maybe they were telling him something about himself or the world, or something else entirely.