The high-pitched scream came from a beautiful young lady named Dilnoza who had a lot in her mind at the moment.
First, the exit leading to the next floor was only a stone's throw away. Yet, suddenly, countess limbs emerged from the ground they hastened upon, revealing humanoid beasts with bluish skins and gouged flesh, as well as black sclera and crimson pupils. The party was completely surrounded, no gap left to be exploited.
"...Gggrrhhhh..."
"Grraahhh..."
Moreover, many among the walking dead used to be adventurers, still retained equipment when hope and dream burning brightly inside their chest. Apparently, they were unfortunate enough to be here when the malfunction occurred and converted. Now, their raison d'ètre was strictly to devour the living.
Pity, truly pity. Fate could be this indifferent sometime.
