Not long after the chef zombie died, his bloated body was stained by blood into a black statue, standing motionless like the shape of embers solidified, right in the center of the supermarket.
The one flickering and broken light bulb on the ceiling was acting as the only source of light at this moment, occasionally making a "pop pop" noise, and the sparks it scattered vanished in a flash in the darkness, drowned in the air filled with the smell of blood.
Four players sat down against a cold wall.
Their eyes were fixed on the panel in front of them, their fingers skillfully sliding across the screen, quickly checking the loot from instance No. 5.
[You will leave the instance in two minutes, instance rewards have already been delivered to each player's bag, please confirm receipt...]
