An YongShun waited for what felt like forever. He couldn't stand it anymore and shouted, "Hey, are you done yet!"
"Damn it... what's your rush? Wait a bit longer!" Li Eun was straining, his face turning red.
But then, he heard a faint, crisp sound that seemed to come from underneath the floor... Before he could react, a familiar roar echoed:
"I want a hot dog!!"
Immediately after, accompanied by a hoarse shout, a figure smeared with curry burst from the broken floorboards below. It was none other than Park Jiseong, whom they had abandoned to be ravaged by the zombie horde...
Now transformed into a zombie, Park Jiseong was consumed by an almost eternal hunger. He lunged and bit down on the nearest piece of flesh, chewing it ferociously.
Li Eun, attacked in a vital spot, instantly screamed in agony. He struggled desperately, calling for help from his teammate. But An YongShun, seeing more than a dozen zombies crawling out from beneath the floor, was so frightened he felt his soul about to leave his body. He began frantically pounding on the door behind him. "Director Cui, Director Cui..."
In his panic, he even forgot to call him 'Boss'.
The next moment, with a thunderous CRASH, the room door was split open by an Axe Blade. Immediately after, a ferocious eye appeared through the crack, gazing at An YongShun's pale face, and a grin spread across unseen lips.
"You were looking for him?" Huai Shi asked. "He says he's not in..."
Just being watched by that Abyss-like eye made An YongShun feel as though endless madness and pain were spreading from within it.
An YongShun stood frozen on the spot, then let out a high-pitched scream and took off running...
Huai Shi, on the other hand, was the one left stunned.
Seriously, too weak! Bro, you're supposed to be a Second Stage Sublimator. How can you be so useless? I haven't even finished my horror movie scenario, and you're already running away. Don't I deserve some face?
As he pondered this, he was completely oblivious to the fact that the Fear Aura he had spread throughout the castle via the various plants was continually increasing in density.
Fueled by the near-infinite gloomy atmosphere here, the fog formed by the Apocalypse was spreading constantly, covering every inch of land, and joining the virus's frenzy...
First splashed in the face with Park Jiseong's curry, then watching helplessly as his teammate had his 'hot dog' devoured, and finally realizing that the backbone of their team had been quietly taken down—An YongShun was now utterly plunged into panic.
He ran and screamed all the way, completely disoriented, only sensing the moans of zombies constantly sounding behind him. At last, he saw a large door.
In an instant, he was nearly moved to tears.
He threw himself at it, yanked the door open, and slammed it shut, barring his nightmarish pursuers outside.
Gasping for breath, An YongShun had no strength left. He leaned against the door and slowly slid to the ground. Then, he saw the generator next to him...
The generator! As long as I fix the three generators, I can escape from here!
His eyes lit up, a ray of hope found amidst his despair.
And then, he finally noticed the strange shadow behind him.
In the darkness, behind a dusty table, a faint black aura surged upwards, enveloping an eerie and ancient Evil Spirit...
It seemed engrossed in reading some evil texts and grimoires, focused and serious.
Sensing his presence, it slowly raised its head. Its rotting face split into a grin, revealing a bloodthirsty smile.
It was like the last straw that broke the camel's back.
An YongShun stammered, wanting to say something, but in the end, he could only let out a squeak before he passed out.
Before slipping into unconsciousness, a final, desperate thought emerged from his mind.
From now on... for the rest of my life... I'm never eating curry again...