Now only An Ran remained alive. Everyone had been killed by him…
She dared not move. She dared not breathe. But now… the creature could smell her and her fear.
It rose slowly, its head tilting in an eerie manner that sent a shiver down her spine.
Its feet slowly dragged on the floor filled with blood, making strange wet and sticky sounds. Soon, it approached the desk where she was hiding.
An Ran covered her mouth. Her heart pounded so loudly she thought it might burst from her chest. She closed her eyes and prayed—to anything that would listen.
Please.
Please.
Please.
But it seemed no one was there to listen to her prayers. After all, the heavens had abandoned them completely. Or how their world had succumbed to such monsters. Was there still hope for humanity? Definitely not.
Soon, the desk was pulled aside, exposing her to the zombie's hungry gaze.
An Ran opened her eyes meekly but met with the cold, hollow eyes of the zombie, who was once their friend.
