Evolution begins with an ant colony

Chapter 118: A Fallen Hero, A Necromancer’s Revenge Part Two: Flashbacks

john’s thoughts raced. "undead? is he talking about skeletons and zombies? like the ones in manga and anime?" the notion was unsettling, yet strangely intriguing, considering they were now living through a scenario straight out of fantasy.

gritting his teeth slightly, john managed to regain his composure. he inquired with a firm tone, "what about the adventurers in this village? have you sought their assistance?"nôv(el)b\\jnn

the guard responded, his words tinged with urgency. "we’ve already informed the guild. they should be arriving soon. but our village lacks a substantial number of adventurers and guards, so we’re in dire need of help. please, heroes, lend us your strength." his plea was accompanied by a respectful bow.

john’s mind raced with worry. "this is bad," he thought. "not only have we never faced monsters before, but we’ll be going up against an entire undead army."

suddenly, chris spoke up from behind john. "come on, john," he urged. "why keep the guards waiting? let’s hurry over and help."

mina, with her characteristic confidence, chimed in. "john, it wouldn’t be very heroic to leave them waiting when they’ve asked for our assistance, would it?" her tone carried a hint of smugness, emphasizing their status as heroes.

motivated by the spirit of their newfound roles, both chris and mina offered their help without hesitation.

the guard expressed his gratitude. "thank you truly," he said, then turned to lead the way to the village walls. he urged them on, his voice filled with urgency. "please, run. we must hurry."

meanwhile, john remained behind, a hesitant figure in the midst of impending battle.

chris’s enthusiasm for the impending battle was evident as he cast a glance back at john. he couldn’t help but notice that john wasn’t following him and mina toward the gate where the horde of undead awaited.

in the rush, however, a misstep had caused him to stumble, resulting in a painful ankle sprain. despite the agony that shot through his leg, he refused to succumb to the pain, limping onward towards the decrepit warehouse, albeit at a slower pace.

finally, upon his arrival at the scene, a scene of sheer horror had unfolded before him. serah lay unconscious in a pool of her own blood, gunshot wounds to her abdomen staining her clothes. "serah!" john had cried out, his voice trembling as he rushed to her side.

the dire situation had become all too evident, and he realized that immediate action was required. frantically, john had fumbled through his pockets in search of his phone to call an ambulance. however, the lack of signal in the desolate area had rendered the phone useless for that purpose.

in that critical moment, john knew there was no other option. he had to transport his sister to a hospital or at least somewhere with a signal to call for help. with great determination, he hoisted serah’s unconscious body onto his back, the pain in his injured ankle intensifying with each step.

while making his way towards the city, john had stolen glances at his phone, desperately hoping for a signal to surface, but his attempts were met with nothing but frustration.

serah’s condition continued to deteriorate, and in a frantic attempt to stem the bleeding, john had torn off his own white t-shirt and bound it around her abdomen. the makeshift bandage had quickly become soaked with her blood, and her body had grown unnaturally cold.

however, in a miraculous turn of events, serah had stirred, her voice barely above a whisper. "john, is that you?" she had murmured, her eyes searching weakly for her younger brother.

john felt a wave of relief washing over him as he heard his sister’s voice. "sarah, you’re awake!" he exclaimed, a mixture of worry and relief in his tone. "you have to try and rest. you’ve lost too much blood."

serah’s weakened gaze fell upon john’s strained face, and she couldn’t help but notice his odd gait. her voice, frail from the blood loss, quivered as she spoke. "you... sprained... your ankle, and you... are...

walking on... it?" her concern for her brother was evident.