As he watched Jude unleash his terrible power upon the parasites, a sense of overwhelming helplessness washed over him. His mind reeled with the sheer magnitude of the devastation, the enormity of their situation crashing down upon him like a tidal wave.


    In that moment of sheer terror, a desperate wish flickered through Sam''s mind, a wish for the sweet release of death, to be spared from the horrors that surrounded him. His heart raced with the intensity of his fear, each beat a drumming reminder of his fragile mortality.


    But even as he prayed for an end to his suffering, Sam knew that death would offer no escape from the nightmare that had be his reality. Trapped in a world overrun by darkness and despair, he could only watch in silent horror as Jude stood as both savior and harbinger of doom, his fate intertwined with that of the world itself.


    Jude looked at Sam and he felt his heart stop. Jude had already eaten the parasites. He turned and looked at the infected ones. They woke up and they seemed like they came back to normal. They feared Jude''s form. Sam thought Jude would not kill them.


    As Jude''s piercing gaze fell upon him, Sam felt a chill run down his spine, his heart pounding in his chest as though it might leap out at any moment. The weight of Jude''s presence bore down on him like a suffocating nket, rendering him paralyzed with fear.


    But then, as quickly as it hade, the intensity of Jude''s stare seemed to wane, reced by a sense of eerie calm. Sam watched in awe as Jude turned his attention to the once-enved infected, their bodies lying motionless on the ground.


    With a sense of trepidation, Sam observed as the infected began to stir, their movements hesitant and uncertain. Slowly, they rose to their feet, their eyes wide with confusion and fear as they gazed upon the enigmatic figure before them.


    And then, to Sam''s astonishment, he watched as the infected seemed to undergo a miraculous transformation. The vacant, hollow expressions that had once marred their faces melted away, reced by a glimmer of recognition and understanding. It was as though they had been freed from the shackles of their torment, reborn into a world of newfound rity and purpose.


    As Sam looked on, a flicker of hope ignited within him, a glimmer of possibility amidst the darkness that had engulfed them all. Perhaps, he dared to believe, Jude was not the harbinger of death he had feared, but rather a beacon of redemption in a world consumed by chaos.


    With bated breath, Sam waited, his heart pounding in anticipation as Jude stood amidst the newly liberated infected. And in that moment, he dared to hope that perhaps, just perhaps, there was still a chance for salvation in this deste world.


    As Sam''s hopes flickered, a chilling realization swept over him like a cold wind. Jude''s transformation was not one of redemption, but of unbridled savagery. His eyes, once filled with a glimmer of understanding, now burned with a feral hunger that sent shivers down Sam''s spine.


    Before Sam could react, Jude''s predatory instincts took hold once more. With a swift and merciless motion, he turned towards the unsuspecting crowd, his movements fluid and predatory. In a horrifying disy of brutality, he set upon them, tearing into their flesh with a ferocity that defiedprehension.


    The air filled with the screams of the fleeing victims as they scattered in a desperate bid for survival. But Jude was relentless, a relentless force of nature driven by an insatiable thirst for blood. With each step, he closed the gap between himself and his prey, his movements calcted and methodical.


    One by one, the hapless victims fell to Jude''s relentless onught, their pleas for mercy falling on deaf ears. It was a scene of unimaginable horror, a nightmare brought to life before Sam''s very eyes.


    With a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach, Sam realized the truth: Jude was no savior. He was a monster, a predator lurking in the shadows, preying upon the weak and defenseless without remorse or regret.


    And as Jude continued his merciless hunt, Sam could only watch in horror, knowing that they were all pawns in a game of death orchestrated by forces beyond theirprehension. In this dark and unforgiving world, there was no room for mercy, no hope for salvation, only the cold embrace of oblivion awaiting those unfortunate enough to cross paths with Jude, the harbinger of death incarnate.


    Sam saw that it all ended within minutes. The runaways didn''t reach a hundred steps away. Jude hunts them all down. Sam prayed to God for killing him right away but the god didn''t hear his prayers.


    As the chaos unfolded before him, Sam felt his world unraveling with each passing moment. The once bustling streets nowy littered with the lifeless bodies of the fallen, their blood staining the pavement in a macabre tapestry of death.


    With a heavy heart, Sam watched in horror as Jude''s relentless pursuit culminated in the swift demise of the fleeing victims. In mere minutes, their desperate attempts at escape were crushed beneath the merciless weight of Jude''s fury, leaving behind a trail of devastation and despair.


    As thest echoes of the carnage faded into the night, Sam was left alone amidst the aftermath, a solitary witness to the horrors that had unfolded before him. In the deafening silence that followed, he could only cling to the futile hope that some higher power would intervene, offering him respite from the nightmare that had be his reality.


    But as his prayers went unanswered, Sam felt a crushing sense of despair wash over him like a tidal wave. In a world consumed by darkness and despair, there was no salvation to be found, no refuge from the horrors that lurked in every shadow.


    And so, with a heavy heart and a soul weighed down by grief, Sam resigned himself to his fate, knowing that in this unforgiving world, death was the only mercy left to be found.


    Jude turned around and walked towards Sam, he said,


    "No witnesses."