The man's confidence radiated an almost tangible aura that it affected the next group to move.
And the next to move were the low-level survivors who were once scattered across the corners of the former leaders' mansions.
They had already killed zombies, so there was no need to fear, especially when they had already been separated. However not all the survivors were able to finally shake off that fear.
That first was going to be a huge change in their lives, and most of the couldn't take that step. For those who were able to do it, they cried in joy and went to another zombie, but not after learning their skills.
Not even looking at them, something else was on Jon's mind at the moment. It was what he had heard from the man who just spoke. The man called him "new leader."
'It doesn't have a bad ring to it', he mused at the new title he had been given. He was starting to think that maybe, just maybe, it wasn't such a bad idea to lead after all.
