Lee Dojin observed his surroundings. The top floor was a lot smaller than the other ones, but it was still sizable enough for people to move around freely. The safe zone, named by the guide, was only a small portion of it. There the people sat quietly, hugging whatever makeshift weapon they had. No one there dared to make a noise. At most, tears would flow every so often, as the people hiccupped to hide their voices.
The group ran into the safe zone. Jyejins sight was caught by a corpse right next to the safe zone. He had turned into a doll, so close to the finish line. What a shame. She averted her eyes from reality.
