Powell and Rice let their gazes follow the direction Thomas was pointing in. They were frozen, as if they had been shocked by electricity, and their fear was palpable, as if they had seen a ghost. The color drained from their faces, and in their field off vision they could see a man walking out of the forest with burn wounds and blood covering his entire body. There were bleeding blisters covering his face and arms, as if he were a bloody corpse that had crawled its way out of hell, like he had been skinned alive.
But they could see that the surface wounds were healing quite steadily; the flesh that had been charred fell off on its own and was new flesh grew in its place.
The bloody corpse headed towards them, one foot in front of the other. In this moment, it felt as if the temperature had suddenly plunged to freezing point. As the corpse came closer, his face was almost entirely healed. A dashing face formed, and who was it but Mie, who they wanted to kill?
