Klaus watched as the light slowly dimmed from his vision. 'So this is how I die,' he thought, the only thing flashing through his mind as he faded into nothingness.
The thought of his mother hit him hard. He could picture her devastation, the grief she would feel upon hearing about his death. It was too much for him to dwell on, but it was too late now. The arrow had pierced his chest, leaving behind a potent poison that was swiftly taking its toll.
The weapon used against him was the Doomsday Night Bow, a weapon designed for extreme circumstances by Arcadian City. It was meant to be used only if the Zombies overran the human army. The bow was powered by hazardous minerals, which made it dangerous to use repeatedly.
Prolonged use could harm the city itself. Yet, somehow, someone had chosen to use it on him.
