Unbeknownst to Blaze and everyone else, someone uninvited had shown up at the cannibal buffet. Wick hovered over the fallen settlement, watching the chaos.
This is now how it was supposed to go!
Watching the cannibals he created get slaughtered by a zombie flared him up. The cannibals were supposed to be the next stage in the evolution of humans. A species that could eat anything, even the undead.
It was supposed to re-balance the scales. Unfortunately, none of that would come to fruition.
It's not utterly hopeless.
The ball of mist descended, carefully analyzing the dead. While others saw nothing but death, Wick's perceptive nature as a soul showed him something else.
A small misty ball was forming on top of every dead human, cannibal or otherwise. Much like him, they were transforming into soul-like entities.
However, they lacked the Collective's knowledge to retrieve their egos. They helped Wick stay Wick even after death. But they weren't there to help these new souls.
