Looking at the angry face of Elvis, Scott’s facial muscles were contorted in pain. Maybe he had thought of his comrades, thought of the moments they became zombies and were killed out of that.
After a long time, he gave a quick, curt answer, “I’m willing to accept the punishment.”
“Captain, who gives him the right to punish you? It’s zombies that we killed. Even if they are on our side, we didn’t know that in advance.”
A young man in his late teens cried. He stared at Elvis, holding a hostile attitude against him.
“Shut up! Tom. He was right. Now that those zombies work for humans, they are our comrades. It’s my fault that I have killed some of them. It makes sense that I receive punishment.”
Scott said firmly, making Tom that wanted to refute back speechless.
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