"I've been saying they should fix the door properly for me. It's wasting my time!" Augustus grumbled and, shivering, got off the bed to close the door securely.
Outside the door, he hugged his overweight body and tried to peek behind the door.
"Why is it so cold?" Suddenly, the candlelight went out, and Augustus's heart jumped. In the darkness, a face suddenly squeezed through the crack in the door, coming right up to him. Eye to eye, nose to nose. The touch of the shattered face was icy cold, as if it could freeze one's soul.
The dead white eyes were filled with resentment as the dry lips of the woman cracked open, stretching all the way to the top of his head.
"Ah!" Augustus screamed, but the scream got stuck in his throat, only the sharp first half coming out. Chewing and swallowing. The candlelight flickered back to life, and the shadow on the wall was only half visible.
...........
On the second floor of the hotel, six people were lying haphazardly in a small room.
Six men stood inside the room, with the tattooed man holding a sledgehammer, standing in front of Uncle's lifeless body. The old man's face had wide-open eyes, and there was a hole in the middle of his forehead where the hammer had struck, leaving him dead with his eyes wide open.
"Darn it, this old guy didn't even drink a drop of water! If I hadn't reacted quickly and killed him, I would have been done in by this scumbag!"
After hearing this, the others burst into light laughter and then proceeded to drag the bodies of the others, as if they were hauling trash.
"What was that noise?" Craig raised his head in confusion, looking up at the ceiling. He stopped dragging Clark and glanced at the two still working diligently, feeling a bit annoyed.
"Who was screaming just now?"
"Who cares who he is? Finish up quickly and go enjoy your woman. I'm still waiting to have some fun after you're done!"
The tattooed man, who had brought water during the day, impatiently urged Craig and casually tossed his still-burning cigarette onto Clark.
Having just killed an old man, he was still somewhat flustered, but to maintain his image, he acted as if he didn't care. He crouched down, pressing the cigarette against Clark to extinguish it.
"I thought this kid was too cocky when I first saw him. I've wanted to kill him for a long time."
Craig's train of thought was interrupted, and he glanced disdainfully at the tattooed man but remained silent.
When Clark was clearing zombies on the first day, Craig had seen this guy trembling in fear at the sight of the zombie corpses. Later on, he even begged Clark to take him as a little brother, practically willing to give away his own woman.
The tattooed man didn't notice Craig's disdain, he was too focused on the satisfaction he felt looking at Clark on the ground.
"You used to look down on me, but now you can't even move like a dead dog! Heh heh, I really want to sleep with Lynn right in front of you, you worthless piece of shit."
He taunted as he extended his foot, intending to kick Clark a couple of times. However, he only felt a sharp pain in his foot.
"Why is this Awakened so hard? Hey, I'd like to see if I can cut off his head with a knife."
The tattooed man turned his head to look at Craig and then secretly loosened his belt. This icy beauty was tempting enough, even while sleeping.
"Hey, we agreed that I'd get her first! What the hell are you doing?" A furious voice from Craig sounded behind him, and he glared angrily.
"I didn't touch her. What do you care about what I do..." The tattooed man suddenly brightened up, taking three quick steps to reach Clark.
"What's in his hand? Why is it glowing?" Craig's heart skipped a beat. Damn it, he had prematurely removed the black cloth covering whatever was on Clark's hand! The Blood Rune on the back of Clark's hand flashed briefly, captivating.
A valuable item! Instinctively, the tattooed man couldn't help but reach out to grab the glove on Clark's right hand.
"Don't touch it!" Craig shouted.
The tattooed man's face showed terror as he felt an intense, life-draining force coming from the glove. He couldn't help but open his mouth and scream, as if his brain was about to be sucked out. In an instant, his once robust body became emaciated, like a dried-up corpse, undergoing a grotesque transformation.
Craig watched in shock, feeling a chilling sensation running up his spine, his whole body turning cold.
"Gulp." The other blonde man in front of Lynn nervously swallowed, intending to take advantage of the commotion between the tattooed man and Craig to have some fun earlier.
The other two men quickly turned their attention to the scene, trembling as they witnessed the unbelievable transformation.
Suddenly, the blonde man pointed a trembling finger at Clark and exclaimed, "He... his eyelids moved! It looks like he's waking up!"
"Chk." A flesh-piercing sound followed. Clark, who had been lying on the ground, seemed to transcend the space between the two men and appeared in front of the blonde man.
"What sound?" The blonde man instinctively lowered his head to look at his chest, where a hand as white as jade had pierced through his torso.
"Congratulations, you got it right," Clark said calmly, smiling gently. His sunken cheeks quickly regained their normal appearance.
"Bang." Clark pulled his arm out, and as if bursting a balloon, he crushed the blonde man's skull. The gruesome scene exceeded the limits of everyone's tolerance.
"Ahhhh!" The two men who hadn't had time to pull up their pants finally snapped out of their daze and screamed, trembling as they watched Clark approaching.
They began to retreat and begged, "Clark, I was wrong."
"Please, don't kill me... Please..."
Clark looked down at the woman lying at their feet. She had been undressed and violated by the two men while unconscious. He recognized her; she was an older woman from Arnold's group.
"Wrong?" Clark chuckled softly, tearing his arm away from the remaining man at superhuman speed.
"Ahhh! My hand!" The man cried in pain, rolling on the ground as he clutched his severed arm. He looked in despair at his severed limb that had been discarded to the side.
"Enjoy yourselves." Clark's face was cold as he lifted the man who had just had his arm torn off.