"Alpha," Aton barged into the hall and glanced at the man standing by the window. He quickly walked up to him and reported, "the rogues are here again."
"Then we do what we do best, we fight them," Alan replied without as much as looking away from the window.
"The warriors are already on it and from the looks of it, we are winning, as always," Aton responded.
"Any casualties?"
Aton sighed at that and nodded. "Three men have been bitten. We already have them restrained." Alan didn't say anything and Aton sighed. "Do you think it will ever end?"
"There is no cure for the infected ones, the rogues attack us twice or thrice in a week. So, I don't think it will ever end, I think that they will keep attacking us and infecting us until we are all like them, slaves to whoever is controlling them."
Aton licked his lips. "Do you think they are okay?"
