"Spare me..." The words hardly escaped Harry's throat.
"I would. Unfortunately, you have wronged my son."
Carter flicked Harry's forehead. His entire head exploded into a million pieces. The blood and flesh stopped a few centimeter away from Carter and couldn't touch him.
With the death of Harry, the other Undead were released of his control. They were still frozen by Carter but they didn't want to attack Philip anymore.
Carter waved his hands and released the Undead from the Blood Froze. They were able to move again.
The Mindless Undead started their usual routines and began to walk around without purpose.
The Pale Undead, however, still stayed in the same position. They didn't know what to do or how they should react.
Philip showed them the way. The vampire knelt down in front of Carter.
"Father!" He said.
The other Pale Undead knelt down as well. They were survivors. That how they lived under Harry. And that how they would live under this new beautiful Undead.
