"Good morning, my dear little brother. How was your rest?"
Lawrence's heart sank at the familiar sound of Marco's voice. The room was completely dark, so he couldn't see him, but his malicious intent was obvious. Right as he was about to demand an explanation, the memories of his capture came flooding back..
After Stein had let his arm drop, the dead had rushed them like a river of rabid animals. They clawed and ripped into his men like they were nothing more than wet paper, and decimated their group within minutes. They had spent hours chipping away at their numbers, and it had made absolutely no difference.