The corner was cluttered with a dozen human skeletons.
One of the corpses had its entire lower body torn off, leaving only the waist up recognizable as human, yet even this half-body was still slightly moving.
The bloodied eye sockets were full of yellow and black thick liquid, revealing a hole the size of a walnut.
The other eye was still bloodshot.
Filled with madness and bloodlust.
The half-bodied zombie occasionally swung its one arm as if trying to support itself off the ground, but without legs, no matter how hard it tried, it could only crawl on the ground.
The stench of blood quickly attracted movements lurking beneath the ground.
The ajar manhole cover was suddenly flipped open.
A pointed head emerged.
The filthy fur slightly glistening under the light, the round eyes twinkling with a crazy yet cunning look.
The Mutant Rat sniffed the air for a few seconds, then suddenly burrowed out completely.
Its body, over half a meter long, was covered in sludge.
