"H-He's a zombie!?"
Voss exclaimed, rushing to find a hiding place. The one he thought was his savior turned out to be a monster worse than the one he faced before.
He got up and ran. He couldn't stay there anymore.
Unfortunately, it was too late.
BAM!
He slammed into something and fell back. His spectacles flew off his face and landed somewhere out of reach.
"Damn it!"
Voss cursed as without his specs, he was virtually blind. Thanks to working twenty-two hours a day. He crawled on all fours, looking for them, hoping they didn't break.
"Oh, come on!"
Voss was getting frustrated when something landed in his hand.
"My spectacles! Thank you so much—"
Voss froze mid-sentence. Someone helped him with the specs… but he was alone in the research facility.
He looked up and saw a faceless-face staring back at him.
The one he was looking for behind was standing in front of him.
