A frown manifests on Tidus's face as soon as Allen starts, deepening as he goes on, his brow tucking in and creasing at the morbid situation. Just the fact that Allen doesn't want to go into the process of how it's made--and really, Tidus doesn't want to know--speaks enough to give an idea.

"So some nutjob is letting these loose, and you've only got a few weapons to deal with them? Why? Is this Earl trying to take control of wherever you live?"

Was it like that? A war?