My Purpose?

Scott laid the remains of Jack and the other wraith in the courtyard. Unlike the man I saw earlier, he no longer cried but had a face as stoic as stone. I could somehow feel bloodlust coming off of him.

"John, thank you so much for saving us. Because you came, my father's legacy has been kept in tact. I am grateful."

It differed greatly if the zone fell to zombies or because the defender voluntarily stepped down. The former included getting ripped apart by the undead while the latter would allow a safe transition to the new defender.

I then wondered if like lands of nobility the zones were passed down from one generation to the next?

"Uhm, can I ask you something?"

Not expecting the sudden question I answered curtly. "Shoot."

"How do you use guns in Hellsgate?"

"What do you mean how? I point at a target and pull the trigger."

"…"