The students exchanged uncertain glances.
He did that… for us?
They looked at Robert again—really looked at him. His face was twisted, monstrous, but now, beneath the fear, a new feeling began to stir.
Respect.
Maybe… maybe all heroes carry a bit of tragedy with them.
...
Time passed.
Day by day, the bitter cold of winter slowly faded, giving way to the warmth and bloom of spring.
But in the heart of the Los Angeles corpse nest, the party never stopped.
Elegy stood atop a high-rise, her silhouette bathed in moonlight, music echoing into the night as she danced and sang:
"Sing with me, sing for the years
Sing for the laughter, sing for the tears
Sing with me, if it's just for today
Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away…"
Below her, a sea of zombies swayed to the rhythm, their grotesque bodies moving in eerie unison. The atmosphere was electric—wild, surreal, almost… joyful.
