Grave of the Living

"D-Don't shoot!"

A shaking voice came from the bushes. Everyone turned at once. A young man in a helmet stepped out. His clothes were torn. He limped toward them, one leg dragging behind him.

"Levi?!" Preston recognized him right away.

He rushed forward and caught him before he fell.

Levi Oakes stared at them in shock. His eyes turned red. He tried to speak, but his throat tightened, and no words