Time seemed to stop as Shao Hanchen stared at the pale face that kept getting closer and closer. He thought he could even smell the unique, rotten stench distinct to zombies.
"Thud, thud, thud -"
His heart beat so rapidly as if it would burst out from his chest, his limbs were as stiff as lead. He swallowed hard, and cold perspiration dripped down instantly.
K's big hand moved to the back of his head and forcefully pushed him to bend down. He was forced to hide behind the seat in a curled up position, stomach and thighs touching each other. His legs ached from maintaining the same position for too long, but he couldn't even think about it.
Shao Hanchen shut his eyes too late. With his sight restricted, his other senses heightened. His nose touched the rough camouflage fabric. The faint smell of damp earth mingled with the sour smell of sweat filled his nostrils.
