Bob felt strange. He thought he was immune to becoming mindless like the other infected, but he felt as if he was steadily turning. Why him? Suddenly, Sogran II appeared before him. "Hey little brother." Sogran II began. "What are you doing here?" Bob asked. "Didn't your little cult collapse?" Sogran II chuckled, "The whole point in it's destruction was for them to be martyrs. And it seems, little brother, that you and your 500,000 infected are also becoming...martyrs." Sogran II suddenly shot his brother in the chest. Bob jerked, and he looked upon his brother, and he fell into a heap. "Why?" Bob asked. "Because, you are worthless to me, little brother." Sogran II replied. Bob groaned one last time, and never rose again, as Sogran II left the room, chuckling to himself. Without the guidance of Bob, the mindless infected started becoming even more mindless. The bad thing is, that the infected in Mothron has risen to 24.5 million people.
