Victor:
Walking to the back room taking his knife from kitchen slicing his our throat wrapping his own vocal cords and stitching again. How I cant talk.. or die id know cause iv tried.. nothing works..
setting hiss build a ear heart in a jar too stitching up so he cant talk ..no heart by definition a zombie..
Ember:
" o-e.. Let him be... hes probably just gonna lay in the tomb for another million years..
Phonix:
little tear down his face picking Ro up wrapping him in a blanket.. " Just sleep its been a long day,..