Mark's heartbeat pounded violently in his chest, and his eyes quickly swept across the square, looking for any possible way out. The man's hollow repetitive voice echoed in his ears like a curse, and every time he said "Take me... away from here..." it was like the whisper of the god of death, which almost solidified his blood. The scarlet moonlight in the square sprinkled on the man's face, making him look as pale as paper and lifeless. The cries around him came one after another, like the whispers of ghosts, echoing in the empty square, adding a bit of gloom and horror. Mark noticed that there were more and more people in the square, wandering around like zombies, with dull eyes and no life.
Mark took a deep breath, used all his strength to suddenly shake off the man's hand, and immediately stepped back a few steps after gaining freedom, keeping a safe distance from the man. The man staggered a few steps and almost fell, and finally held the wall behind him, with pain and disappointment in his eyes. He slid down to the ground weakly, still mumbling "leave... leave..." Mark looked around and noticed that in addition to the woman in fancy clothes he had seen before, there were other people wandering around the square like zombies, walking slowly and with dull eyes. An inexplicable chill surged into Mark's heart. He realized that something was wrong and immediately turned around and ran in the opposite direction of the woman in fancy clothes, trying to find an exit to escape the square. The ground of the square was paved with huge bluestone slabs, reflecting a strange light under the scarlet moonlight. Mark's footsteps echoed in the empty square, appearing particularly clear and abrupt.
The man saw Mark running away, let out a desperate roar, and struggled to chase Mark. His movements were stiff and clumsy, but extremely persistent, as if driven by some force, desperate to catch Mark. On the other side of the square, the woman in fancy clothes stopped, turned her head to look in the direction of Mark's escape, a barely perceptible light flashed in her eyes, and then continued to walk towards the tower. Her figure looked particularly slender in the scarlet moonlight, like a ghost, erratic. Other people in the square were still wandering aimlessly, ignoring Mark and the man's pursuit, as if they did not exist in this world at all.
Mark ran desperately, his heart beating violently in his chest, as if it was about to jump out. He didn't know why he was running away, nor where he was going, but he instinctively felt that only by escaping from here could he survive. The square seemed much larger than he imagined. He ran for a long time, but still saw no sign of an exit. The edge of the square was surrounded by a circle of towering walls, on which some strange patterns were carved. Under the illumination of the scarlet moonlight, it looked particularly gloomy and terrifying.
"We must find an exit!" Mark ran, panting, sweat running down his cheeks. He turned his head and looked behind him, and found that the man was still chasing him, getting closer and closer to him. The man's face was filled with a morbid persistence, and his eyes were empty, like a beast that had lost its mind.
Mark gritted his teeth and sped up. He ran along the wall, hoping to find a gap or entrance. The wall was tall and smooth, without any foothold for climbing. Despair began to spread, Mark felt that his physical strength was rapidly draining away, and his breathing became more and more rapid.
Suddenly, Mark found a small door on the wall. There was no decoration on the door, and it was almost integrated with the surrounding walls. If you don't observe carefully, it is difficult to find its existence. Mark was delighted and immediately ran towards the small door.
He ran to the small door and pushed it hard, but the door didn't move. Mark's heart sank. Could this door be locked too? He pushed it hard again, but there was still no response.
"Damn it!" Mark cursed, and despair surged in his heart again.
The footsteps behind him were getting closer and closer, and Mark knew that he had no time. He took a deep breath, took a few steps back, and then slammed into the small door.
"Bang!"
With a muffled sound, the small door was knocked open a gap. Mark didn't have time to think about it, and immediately got in.
"Catch him!" The roar of the man came from behind.
Mark didn't care about the voice behind him. He ran forward desperately, passed through a narrow passage, and came to a new space.
He looked back and found that the man didn't catch up. The small door had been closed again, isolating him from the zombies in the square.
Mark took a long breath, slumped on the ground, and gasped. He looked around and found himself in a dim room. There was nothing in the room, only cold stone walls and ground.
"Hu... Hu..." Mark's breathing gradually stabilized, he slowly stood up and groped forward.
"Is there anyone?" Mark asked tentatively.
No one answered.
The room was silent, only Mark's breathing echoed.
Mark continued to walk forward, and suddenly, his foot stepped on something soft.
"Ah!" Mark exclaimed and stepped back a few steps.
He squatted down and saw a woman in gorgeous clothes lying on the ground in the weak light.
It was the woman he saw in the square before.
"Girl, are you okay?" Mark patted the woman's shoulder gently.
The woman slowly opened her eyes and saw Mark, with a flash of surprise in her eyes.
"You are..."
"Shh..." Mark made a gesture to silence, "Don't talk yet."
Mark helped the woman in gorgeous clothes up. The woman was light and almost weightless. The woman's eyes were empty, her face was pale, and her lips were bloodless. Mark looked around again, and after making sure that there was no one else in the room, he whispered, "Do you remember what happened?"
The woman's eyes were confused, she shook her head gently, her lips moved slightly, but she didn't make any sound. Her hands were cold, without a trace of temperature, like a piece of ice on Mark's arm. Mark felt a chill spreading from his fingertips to his whole body.
In the dim light, Mark noticed a wooden box in the corner. He helped the woman sit down next to the wooden box, then walked to the wooden box and reached out to push it tentatively. The wooden box didn't move at all. Mark increased his strength, and the wooden box made a creaking sound and slowly moved away, revealing a hole in the wall that was as high as a person.