Dr. Watson breathed heavily. His clothes were in a horrible state and his mouth was bleeding. He probably had gotten injured by the Undead.
"They're gone. Miss Orchard. You can come out now." Dr. Watson uncocked his revolver. The barrel was fired so many times, it was still producing smoke.
Many of the neighbors flooded out from the street. The commotion was very hard to ignore.
Amelia crawled out from under the table. She gasped when she saw Dr. Watson.
"Are you alright, James?" Amelia rushed to him.
But Dr. Watson backed off. "Don't go near me! I was... scratched. I am a carrier for Black Blood now."
Amelia bit her lips. The brave man in front of her saved her life.
Carter returned to the flat before the police came. He noticed right away that Watson was bitten.
"You came back. You're probably why they're gone, right?" Dr. Watson said.
The shadow nodded.
"Heh. At least... No one died under my watch... Again."
James fell on the ground and fainted.
