A lone member of the infected townsfolk falls to the ground limply as he is struck down by Steve’s sword. As if wading his way through an overgrown forest and simply brushing branches aside, he ends the infected drones’ sorry existence as he attempts to contemplate his own dire situation. With his mind slowly coming more and more under his control, a stomach full of meatballs and bread helping, he was starting to piece the clues together and find some logic in things.
You know, the more I think about this the more sense it makes. Whatever it is that is infecting these freaks seems to switch off the higher brain functions and leave nothing but the more basic instincts intact. Not like animals though, animals don’t act this way, randomly attacking everything that