A kid wandered off.

Cain was already tired — and perhaps felt too safe — that he didn't keep a head count throughout the trip. They only realized he was missing when they got near the post.

The kid's dad begged Cain to let him search for his kid. Cain reluctantly agreed — making sure the rest of the group entered their safe house — and walked with him.

It didn't take long before they found the kid in the wrong alleyway. They fought off the horde chasing him and ran back.

Now, Cain noticed that both the kid and the father sustained bite marks.

But he hesitated.

If what he theorized was true — why haven't they transformed yet while his peers had?

"Hide them," he said. "I'll stay the night and see if you transform."

But the others found out soon anyway.

"What else keeps you from deciding? We saw ourselves that the bitten would turn into zombies!"

"They haven't transformed yet. We can't be sure."

"Then — are you waiting for them to bite us? You might be physically strong, but there's no telling when they'll turn — and if you'll be able to stop them before they attack us! Are you valuing our lives as less?"

The others rallied in agreement.

"Yeah, ALL people who get bitten transform!"

"Kill them! If we only put them in the next room, they might find a way in!"

Cain stroked his forehead in annoyance.

Find a way in? From where? Jumping out the window?

He turned to the father and child.

The father was embracing his kid. The kid begged him not to shoot.

Cain closed his eyes.

There was a kid sitting in the dark.

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