The three captives stared in terror, their faces pale. They knew exactly what kind of person this man was—a complete psycho who planned to feed them to the zombies.
One of them trembled uncontrollably, trying desperately to shrink back into the corner.
The man with thick lips noticed and smirked. "Alright, looks like it's gonna be you."
"Huh? No! Mmmph—mmmph!"
The man's mouth was taped shut, so all he could do was let out muffled cries.
Thick Lips strode over, grabbed him by the back of the neck like he was picking up a helpless kitten, and hoisted him into the air. Then, without hesitation, he turned and started walking toward the door.
No matter how much the man struggled, it was useless.
He could only watch in horror as they got closer and closer to the zombie room. His heart sank into a bottomless pit of despair.
When the door creaked open, the stench of blood hit him like a wall.
