"Those things are called zombies, but I can't say for sure.. If they showed remourse once they saw those flesh eating monsters then who knows?" Jannah merely shot the protesters a smile.
She could see their eyes going as wide as saucers, fear and anxiousness crossing their faces.
"No." The woman's voice was firm and void of emotion, "We need them to suffer."
"My mother is right..!"
A loud and high-pitched voice agreed amidst the crowd, making everyone's attention snap to the owner of the voice, including Jannah, the Ebonics couple, and the knights.
A small child, dressed in plain commoner's clothes, scream from the side of the crowd.
Her face was smudged with dirt and her clothes were tattered and frayed in places, her face was twisted into a scowl, her brow furrowed in frustration and anger.