The soldier with a pained expression looked over the two ghouls in front of him, menacing as ever. With a blade in his right hand and a shield in the other, he gripped it tightly as it was the only way for him to live, his very own lifeline. He thought of his family and tried to think of the elapsed time since the attack, and he thought. That enough time has passed, and so the dead might rise now.
Thus, even so, he wanted to cling to hope, and if not, he would attempt to take out more ghouls so that even when he rose once, his dead body would at the very least add more ghouls than what his dead body added to the population of ghouls. Right now, there might be billions or even trillions of ghouls around the world, or so they say, and he believes so. All his life, the very same walls and the same sky he saw.
With that thought in mind, he once again stared at the things in front of him and thought to himself,
