All the items in the room were scattered everywhere, broken.
It was worse than the bedroom earlier. Because if an ordinary human who wasn't used to the apocalypse saw the sight before them, they would immediately vomit in disgust, sorrow; all other indescribable conflicting emotions.
Based on Jake's words, this house had two ability users–not counting the two people from the Brown family.
Now, those two people were staring at them with their mouths dripping with blood, then something red–a chunk of human flesh.
Their victims lay weakly on the floor in gruesome condition. The bloodstains all over the room told them that they had made the last struggle before they succumbed to the zombies' power.
The zombies's eyes, glazed white, turned toward them as he let out a beast-like roar. Then, his figure launched itself toward the three.
"Miss… Mr. Vire…" The man gasped weakly. His eyes wide, as if his eyeballs were going to jump out at any moment.
