Dearest backstabbers,
I hope your miserable life has brought you some reprieve. Much to your dismay, I have found you again. This time, there will be no escape. Not with Min's speed, nor with Neha's outdated knowledge.
However, being the benevolent, kind-hearted existence that I am, I'm giving you a choice.
A choice to limit unnecessary bloodshed.
Now, I speak directly to you, Neha.
The corpses planted outside your gates died of an infection. It's deadly, with a 100% mortality rate within twenty-four hours.
I didn't create it, but I did create the antidote.
Surrender yourself to me, and I will release the antidote. Don't do so, and I'll still have your head, along with everyone else's.
You have three hours to decide.
The choice is yours.
Your demise,
A distressed zombie.
Neha crumpled the note, tossing it away in frustration. Min stood watching outside the window. An anxious crowd had already gathered outside, curious to learn what was written in the note.
