Abaddon grabbed the arms of the corpse holding onto his neck.
Without the slightest bit of anger or malice, he used his strength to pull the zombie off of him slowly.
Even if he was being 'attacked', he still wanted to avoid anything drastic.
Among the various flavors of the undead, zombies were among the most pitiful existences. Every moment they maintain consciousness is comprised of pain and hunger.
"S-So… I'm so.." Nathan tried to speak, but none of the words would come out properly.
Eventually, he wept from the agony of the pain coursing through his body. A black tear fell down his cheek as his chest rose and fell heavily.
Bekka saw her husband's body tense up, and she knew exactly what he was about to do.
Before he could foolishly try to heal him with aether, she wrapped her arms around his midsection and tried to pull him back.
"I know you want to, but please… don't." Bekka said breathlessly.
