As the smoke from the fire billowed up into the sky, Sousuke wondered if it would attract attention. Not from zombies, although that was also a possibility, but from anyone passing through, like a search team. It was nice to dream. Maybe once they were finally settled somewhere they could put more thought into how to gain the notice of anyone who might help them.
It was just him and his mother right now, watching the bodies burn like observers to the most sadistic bonfire. That almost would be the true, but neither of them were getting any enjoyment out of the sight.
Everyone had insisted that Hayato not be around for this, even though he'd kept saying that he could manage. It dawned on Sousuke in that moment that this was now the world Hayato would potentially grow up in. On one hand, it was better for his survival that he accepted this early. But on the other hand, what sort of poor, jaded person would Hayato become growing up like this?
So Kisumi had taken Hayato away for a while, f