Groggily awakening, a sliver of light pierced through the cracks of the wooden hut into the room.
"Is it already dawn?"
Carl muttered softly to himself but quickly remembered his predicament, jerked his head up, and looked around.
Not far away, Tangde and Michelle leaned against the side of the bed, swallowing frantically.
There was a pile of sticky, rotting corpses on the ground, yet the two seemed as if they didn't see it, their eyes no longer clear as usual, only chaos remained.
Despite their bellies being grotesquely distended, they showed no sign of stopping.
"Hungry, aren't you?"
"Why don't you have a little something to eat?"
A distorted voice came from beside him, Carl turned his body to see Beech's face melting, hanging over his chest like a pizza.
He opened his mouth as if tearing a hole in a ball of dough.
"Why don't you kill us?"
Carl gave up resisting completely, consumed by utter despair.
"Eat it, after you do, you'll forget all your worries."
"Hehe."
