Alaric's mind flipped. It was clearly his son's voice, but it was coming out of Voss's mouth.
"Blaze?" Carr asked. "You mean the zombie—?"
Carr realized what he had just said and covered his mouth before he said more, but it was too late. Alaric stood up and grabbed Carr by the collar.
"Blaze is a zombie? What do you know about my son?!"
Mika tried to intervene but was grabbed by Voss, who watched the action eagerly.
"Get your hands off me!" Carr yelled, pushing Alaric back. "We can talk about it later. Can't you see we have an issue at hand?"
Just then, Mika tossed Voss off his shoulder before pinning him to the ground. Voss's shoulder snapped from the rough landing, but instead of pain, he kept laughing.
Carr took his rifle, pointed it at Voss's head, while Alaric slumped to the ground, clutching his head. The realization that Blaze had turned into a zombie, and one that others knew about, dealt a blow to his mind.
