They know, but do they believe what they know?

"I guess that's the end of the show," Mathew muttered, watching how the withered corpse of the zombie turned dark only to shatter into a cloud of ash and then scatter on the wind.

"Any ideas what that was supposed to be?" Leila asked, tightly gripping the handle of her saber.

Two drops of sweat trickled down the side of her head while her eyes continued to scan all the zombies in proximity. Even though the strange situation now came to an end, she didn't dare to relax her hand at all.

And yet, Mathew couldn't help but smile with a tiny bit of irony.

"Do you want to know what it all meant?" he asked, leaning his head over his shoulder as he smiled at the girl.

"Wait, do you actually know?" Leila finally turned her eyes away from the fence and looked at Mathew. Her eyes were wide open as a hint of deep respect appeared at the bottom of her pupils.

"That wasn't the question," Mathew said, shaking his head. "Do you want to know?" he then asked again.